her name-
for ramparts fold
no matter
time or mortar
an open portal
guilt, I can hold
regret, I can hold
but absence
has no answer
no comfort
no quarter
I suppose
until that end.
I pray she is at that door
for one more, conversation.

it is love that holds it all together people… so much else melts away when you embrace that… the trick is staying in the room, and I have surely not mastered that, even after all these years… but the goal is a good one to go for…