I’ve added photos 
to my home 
simple smiles really 
caught in time 
this is new
for not since 
have I had 
sweet little moments 
rather I ignored 
avoided and forgot 
happiness was hard
but here now 
I have the 
beginnings of joy 
flickers of flame 
framed in wood

Age knows 
no heart
for time 
is the
only salve
that can
soothe the 
broken ones 

Emptiness I am
bucket or cup 
first filled now
dry I am
not the thing 
that held nor
the thing it
did but rather 
what remains after 

I raindrop 
or snowflake 
or leaf
simply fall
from cloud
or tree
or plane 
carried on
the wind 
starting somewhere 
ending anywhere 
being one 
thing and 
ending another 

It was a hope 
turned into a dream 
that became a thing 
and once it did 
we found the other 
side the slope that
slide and slid we
did down its slippery 
and up we’d go 
climbing the familiar stairs 
back to the top 
to go down again 
until I grew tired 
of this childish game 
go if you want 
me I’m going home 
enough for this heart