Friendship

Sweet Autumn whispers remind me that we can still be friends.


Reshape our love.


I just need to mutate mine.

     Shrink it.

          Avoid it.

               Constraint it.

                    Ignore it.

Recovery

Although I lose my love a little bit each day.

Each day becomes a little bit better.

I am gentle with myself. Patient.

Birds chirping outside my window

      Warm water on my skin

              The bucolic freshness of the sunset under the trees

Small delights build my Self. 

Away from him.