days between ~



blessings move
to block the way
where grieving hearts
would take us
a reminder still
of all we’ve come
to love

how brief
the span of days between
our first kiss
and the last –
becomes the story
by which the rest
are known

when wings
are drummed against
the night –
shutters heave and fall
prayers we offered
once before
are come

. . .

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