In response to dVerse Poets Pub:
https://wp.me/p1GTyJ-8SI
In Fragments
Wind along the shutters,
salt on the tongue,
late light pooling on the floor.
A cup beside mine,
steam rising in small spirals,
quiet hands remembering.
Footsteps in new snow,
long shadows under streetlamps,
breath silver in the dark.
Unasked questions,
soft moss over old stone,
the hush between heartbeats.
Green after drought,
petals opening without witness,
love in its smallest gestures.
No full stops here —
only gathering,
only staying.
— Maggie
The Afterlove Voice 💫
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