call & answer (but you're not here to listen)

No wind to gently ruffle

The fine fringe that falls upon your forehead

I pick up the slack

Carefully caressing the China

So much more fragile 

Than I had thought

Smoothing over the cracks and crevices 

The wear and tear 

Praising the August sun illuminating you

//October 28/22//

And once it has all been done

The last sorrowful serenade of a sacred song

Final proclamation that I am the one

Sifting of fingers over the lines of porcelain 

Once defined enough to

Let me seep through 

Moving closer to embrace the other 

Sufficient enough without our midnight sun and my

Careful touch wicking away your ache and the 

Tender touch of never feeling closer and

Never feeling that close again and as you brush against

The once smooth exterior and if you 

Had lingered a moment longer you

Would understand that I am the China now but

It has all been done

And you no longer care

//July 06/22//