by T.M.

Recalling that recharging rebirth 
when time stalled, heartbeats quickened,
And the meeting of minds
Coalesced into this mix of
Wonderful bliss,
Serenity heaven-sent.
This absence of everything YOU
Seems to do a number
On my memory.
Were you really precision,
Not needing more time, money,
Words, space
Nor something to fill a void?
Did I whip you up from wholesome warmth
And homemade harmony,
Commingled with a fresh batch of faith
And just a pinch of courage?
Or are you my scapegoat
For the slow, steady start
And quick, yet quiet 
Of my heart into your hands?

Fall by T.M.

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