Heartsong

by Joanna

The minutes pass like hours
Grains of breathing
Blinking
Slipping through the cracks
In my outstretched palm
I feel your presence in mine
I find my mind
Wander toward you
So very often
Daring only for a moment
To send out a beacon
Bristling
I sense my ways
And mend my palms with tears

*for CRH

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