I write with your pen

–curving my palm

–your art leaving its nib

–your dreams filling my head

–your pain curdling my heart…
 
 
 
My body rises with his coffee

charging beginnings–

his work ethic

–impelling me forward

his glasses

–bridging my nose

his passion

–igniting my soul…
 
 
My mind

is his
 
 
–remembering her.

Yearning for her,

tasting her cravings

a snack mix)

hearing her music

static

promising her compromise

*an oversight*

wanting her caress

to soothe

listening to her heel Taps

–dopplering away→

–and I rite→

I right.

©Karen Robiscoe