WasWillBe

~ T M Mulligan

And like a

Breeze through the

Window on a

Sultry August afternoon

In South Carolina

Our conversation chilled

Me whisking aside

The depressing humidity

Making goose flesh

Erupt on naked

Shoulders shivers danced

Down my arms

Landing on my

Palms as I

Cautiously reached out

To your hand

Letting you know

That I was

And will be

Here for you