loose threads

It’s a special blend of sadness
One I have curated over the years
Made from the soft fruit of your pain
And the bitter rind that protects it
Blended with the salt from my tears
And the wisp of my breath when I die for you in the night
Robust with all of the words we never got to share
With the delicate after taste
Of summer mountain air on your skin

-rjm

Today you are little wispy clouds
far up in the atmosphere
lingering, present, but light and far away
safe

-rjm