Poetry finds me
Holding my grief....stained red
In the hush of loss...the blood that brought me to life
Silence that aches. ...deep
Candling the flame of time that  will not come back.
Like a bruise on my soul
A reddened firelight
In the inside of a teardrop
The unbroken breath of memories
That flow from an old photo album
Eyes fill up
Dissolving in the salt of quiet release.
In the solitude of being
I remember and hold
In the heaven colored stars that shine
Severing a bond
suffering a social distancing
Infinity and beyond
Press pause...fingers of wild loneliness fasten
For a heart stopping moment
Life decides to go away.