Friday, July 1, 2022

To Have and Hold

 

 It sounds a bit possessive

Though at this point being had and held

Seems right.  It was as I remember it

A promise of reciprocal possession

And the holding sounded sweet. It is.

 

I hear you breathe above the constant

Crickets there between my failing ears

As morning light begins to slip around

The bedroom window blinds.

 

I’ll breathe with you a little longer

Here then quietly I’ll rise to just

Another day to have and hold.

 

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