hand of kindness

tell me again
what the hand of kindness
feels like
as it cradles a jaw
warm lavender curled ’round
the cool square of the bone

the way a love scatters
never gone, entirely
but not again found
where it’d once been
known– to be
leaving us behind, to wither
scenting the ether for its perfume

the secrets a man’s heart holds
whisper among themselves within the hollow
each new moment, the shadow
the remembrance
of another
since passed
aye, the gray-throat murmur of a love
and some days
I wonder if I’d still know you
so much time now passed
a few affairs, perhaps
tho still
does a soul ever forget?
does the shine of the eyes
dull ‘neath time’s flicker?

I’d loved you
tho it’d been
something more than love
and I sang along
with the dispossessed
the elegies, the vagabond’s songs
when our time fell away

if only
we’d loved each other
as children, still young of heart
before this world’d broken
its every promise
we might still–
have saved each other

tell me again
what the hand of kindness
feels like
as it cradles a jaw
warm lavender curled ’round
the cool square of the bone

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