there are messages hidden for them to find
hiding under tables and the ways I look out the window
on long car rides.
secrets are tied up in my lips
in the words I speak, the way I write
the things I see.
see you in the mirror next to me
the duplication of all the ways we may never be,
aftertime maybe we’ll allow the weakness to show.
Such a blessing that this is your habitat these days…Lucky Sholeh.
This is amazing.
My mind is still digesting “the duplication of all the ways we may never be.”
Thank you Michael!