In that way a cold sun warms up past
ten a.m., natural and soothing in melody
wild freedom in her eyes and a heart
exploding with laughter, divine and
persistent in memory.
To another city I go, aching for what ifs, a
connection which intuition tells me is as real
as I've felt in thirteen hopeless years.
Extraordinary should never be let go, yet
here I am embracing loss in her perfection.