Aretta

Goodbye, My Righteous Friend


I used to watch you, dear heart,
twinkle-eyed, always
your tender laugh
rang in Clair-du-Lune trickles,
each joyful, hot-tea morning.
As steam rose from the cup to my heart,
we sipped and laughed.
Two who stared down the breach,
to stand against all odds,
in the tick-tock of borrowed time Continue reading “Aretta”