When she’s gone

the way she smelled of fresh rain,
of soil and water releasing
running down her fingers and legs
that girl was so much water

I am in love

I am in love
with the life that emerges
from hidden and forgotten spaces
cracks of green in gray cement
life cannot keep
from living again

Home

home is where love surrounds you,
enveloping and washing away
the sore and ache
carried from worlds away