between the regions of kindness
lies life
morning walks shrouded in mist
soft light held in tiny drops
form light globes against a dark sheet
coffee cups found easily in the drawer
where I always find them
water heater lit in the early morning
when you need to be showering for the day
with the thread of sorrow
a thought is unwrapped
leaving its memory open to gaze upon
a reminder of a past indiscretion
a weekend long ago
words and moments not adding up
the meaning of an invitation never grasped
with the thread of sorrow
tucked away deep in the pocket
of a jacket worn long ago
a memory
a reminder
ready to be shoved back into that pocket
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