Snoring in the Sauna
Destiny had been kind to us for a season
we exchanged I love you’s and went our separate ways
The nostalgia for something so wondrous and fair
still astounds me
something different from the memories - and the dry uncontrollable ache of loss
I transmute the pain with ritual:
fresh thyme grown in a pot
on my doorstep
infused in oil
contained in a jar at my feet
and daily performed.
I’ve been searching
in a new place and time
for a different song
I’ve finally got it through my head
I just can’t break it to my heart
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