wake, startled into notice, to wonder who is gone
walk through the streets to remember
the clatter of stones beneath your feet
sounding the clink of cup against saucer
there a moment recalling tea
the blue of pottery casually shattered
left as shards in random view
shining the unguarded glimpse of eyes
that looked for what others didn’t see
the brush of a petal against your hand
soft and unbidden as all kindness ever is
falling unnoticed to the ground
to rest in unseen ashes, the scattering of love
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