Even when you know they’re coming.
The heart worn out.
The final breaths.
Even when you know they’re coming.
The heart worn out.
The final breaths.
It’s so absurd!
Love in a corner,
under a shelf,
shadowed love,
dusty love,
crinkly love;
young, ripe and bursting love;
the sad, agonizing,
longing kind;
listless love,
weary love,
angry and killing love;
bored, yellow, and
dutiful love – and
yes, even, waiting patiently:
God’s love,
quiet,
in no hurry at all.
Sometimes all you can do
is the dishes
At our petty squabbles