And By the Way

It isn't much I give you. Sit beside me, open as you will the little block of time from sixty years ago. I found it earlier today, cleaning out my bureau drawer. Remember? It was a Thursday afternoon. We spread the homemade bread with honey from the man at church, smiled and spoiled our supper and I didn't care for as I looked at you I knew you were my sister ever, ever... yet as you would never be again. What was it? A day we fought no more, a moment in a frame we could not touch, congealed as minutes when the sun was low. The little block is safe inside my drawer, for no one knows I cherish my discovery in wonder that I shared her breath a little time, unparalleled and raging in my mind until I sleep. ~