"if any consolation of love..."

Sometimes moving on doesn’t feel so strong, it just feels done… and a little numb. I can’t believe I’ve spent all my autumn and winter tears to only have empty hands – certain, it feels better than the rain, but not better all the way… not better all the way. Just done. A little hope sleeping sweetly underneath the sheets, hands folded and waiting I watch her breathe and know I’m close. I’m close to resting with hope again… but not quite yet. I wonder where the questions are that have haunted me these days lived long… I can’t find them anymore, the answers never came. So my mind turns other things instead of you… you’re done, probably long since dried out yourself, and I just tinker with antiquities far after their prime…

you know, he’s asked after me… and I just linger here – somewhere in between… don’t get me wrong, I’m not looking for you at my door, but my heart feels just a couple inches from the floor. Not quite ready to risk the fall, not quite ready to fly again, if she even can…

but hope speaks in her sleep and her dream thoughts begin to cradle me weightless…

Philippians 2:1
-a.m-