It’s a cool afternoon.
The rains had come
and crushed the roses.
The Sun arrived at dawn
to the portent of the clouds.
He tucked himself away again
Until the lighter tomorrow.
We washed ourselves in
Dewy drops pouring from
Petals of the freshly crushed.
We smelled our shared fragility
And the ability to grow through
Concrete.
Amidst the full and empty
We felt the certainty of space.
And thus we knew
The beginning and the end.
Worry climbed up the ladder
Of our spines.
It is concern itself and looks for
A place to curl into.
Rain slid down over
Every facial bone
Mixing salt and cloud.
In heavy breaths of loss and future
We became a separate sky.
The space between us
Vast and shared.