leap, leaft, leapt


She leaves then

Quietly as she came

Slowling turning her back

Wincing at the budding


garden she coached from clay


Stinging nettle and mint

Rising to meet the sun


That’s me.


a single golden seal

Reaching toward her reiki sky

Scrolling my fingertip

Along her cryptic blog

Wondering where she’s resting now


I’ve collected all our giggled lunches

Our sore throat teas and soups

Our crying over spilt milk

Laughing laughing at each other

“What the hell were you thinking?”


All together

They don’t fill the singed hole

She leaves

She leaves


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