So you thought
this heartbreak
would let up
that first draft
left a door open
And
with all that you had,
walked out
After years of work
you're tired
it would take a miracle
to start again
Somehow you did
and found yourself
learning to use
the ache
for more
You loved it into poetry and
mixed in peace through watercolor
It sprinted out with joy
at the end of a run
Welcomed some new friends
to share a holyday
And served that sent-home-slice
of Chocolate Pecan Pie
Lonely moves
Towards alone
And embraces
the heart
first
Wherein lies
the fatal
error
The patience a kindness
learned to offer the self becomes
fidelity with a presence too
good to be true
And so you're there and back again
Despised and rejected, was it?
This acquaintance of grief...
When it knocks
again
You invite it in
to sit at the table
like a long lost friend
"What do we do now?"
It asks
and You reply,
"We keep
making beautiful things"