I looked at our stuff, the stump
the dregs of our renaissance
golden years being with you
being with until it's through.
The mug, reviewers, the clip
we used to share as we are one
your scent that stayed
the plans that splayed.
I look around, trying ...
through these thought calm
albeit dangerous waters
deceiving, I keep falling.
I look around, this time
it's refreshing
not hurting or reviving
this time it's healing.
Finally, healing
@preciouslove
