In case you are looking for me,
I left clues in your memory.
I was the calligraphy written
On green stones, sending letters
To the angels that carried your spirit.
I was the cracks in the sidewalk that
You avoided because of superstitions
The babies cry in crowded rooms
The emptiness that filled
Eternity; the definition of your
I was always in plain view before
You began looking for me
I’ve always been there.
I was always there,
But you never saw, never needed to search
For what was in front of you, my dear.
Isn’t that how it goes?
The Spinning Heart
2 days ago