impermanence

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and all the while

in every molecule

of awkward grief

sitting here, close

in patient stillness

the field of being breathes us

like dust in a whirl or

leaves on a breeze

love once confined by our thoughts

our histories, slips past the knots

like a skilled magician

you keep trying to understand

while the tender business

of loss is guiding you

moment by moment

to rooms of opulent longing

©Clelia Vahni Lewis 2022