She said: “My Love”
She held me tenderly
I held on so tight worried she would leave
She kissed me on my lips so light
and I knew she would stay.
I can rest now.
I can dive into this crazy life.
I can cross the bridges.
Her loving can heal my injured soul.
Her loving puts a smile on my face.
She is to stay.
But wait, who is she?
Has she been with me all this time?
by Diana Meltsner 2/8/21
image: Moon's daughter by Seb Mckinnon