The Love at Death - Feb. 12, 2023

any love close to death is sketched in black bold strokes of raw unfinished details and framed in a soft white space of silence

something so unusual

you can’t take your eyes

off its emanating honesty

something so giving

it’s willing to hand you the pencils

to see if you’d like to

throw some color onto it

I don’t think

the love at death

wants to fold you up

and take you with it

I think it wants

to leave you

holding the picture

with both hands