Fingertips Transpire

Fingertips crumble
at the mention of
her name

All memories coagulate
brittle thoughts attempt to gain
soundness and understanding
of the after
of what has transpired

Grounded and organic
yet distant and unfolding
the emotions of departure
God you’ve anointed her

Til you come

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