She wended her way,
Winding
Hand-in-hand with anyone
Bleeding, broken-hearted.
Yesterday,
By their defeat defeated,
By their collapse
Collapsed. Perhaps
Today
Dear fingers knit, entwined
Could bind with one shy
Glance
Ten wounds, one each.
And then perchance
Tomorrow
She might love someone
Whose lips speak back
Ten lessons before the
Sun
Settles over the eaves
And warms the bedspread
Atop four arms, four legs,
One whole
Heart.
EJR
