photo: cristina norcross
Capture the Drops
by Cristina M.R. Norcross
Sometimes
love feels rationed –
doleful,
little cups
from
an inattentive lover.
The
forgotten word –
the
rush out the door –
the,
goodbye
without,
I love you, too.
There
is a well
that
gathers affection’s rain.
Years
of held hands,
of
walking side-by-side –
a
trail of crumbs
to
remember the road,
when
it wasn’t this lonely.
Cup
your hands
to
capture the drops.
Retrain
the heart
to
give a little –
a
soft reed in the wind.
It
all flows back.
The
touch on the shoulder,
the
glance back before opening the door,
the
notion that
years
collect –
they
gather in a semi-circle
of
love remembered –
love
that insists on staying.
~
first published in An Ariel Anthology (Ariel Woods Books)
