UNAFRAID
We
sat in the couch seeing
through
the glass windows,
through
the fire in the garden
ablaze
in orange color
It
asked me questions about promises
where
you raised your right hand
and
vouched in words,
“Yes, I do.”
“No,
I don’t.”
The
incongruence of our oaths
was
a kerfuffle
in
the middle of the night
I recalled to wrestle.
The
couch was stern;
but
touched gently as your voice -
kind
in the anguish of ruins.
I thought about you,
me
and my tremors
mending
a gap.
I
thought about how
the
night would end
how
dawn would come -
my
declaration
The
blurred clouds shifted
Reflections
faded in the dark.
I
dropped in the couch with questions
my
rebirth, one with your bones
Your
magnificence kept my sanity
No
one, but you.
I
felt us there
unafraid.
/rosevoc.
100122
for
vocations.
/rosevoc.
100122
for vocations
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