The harrowed

 

 

Ghosts

 

She knows what she needs from him

What he is for her

Stillness

Her node of peaceful quiet

Like the damping of sound

In a wooded glade after heavy snow

He stills the voices, the ceaseless chatter

Slows her breathing down

When the needle pitch becomes too much to bear

He can somehow change the frequency

Remove the edges

There’s no knife stab of noise in his arms

By his side

When she is lost in the shadows of memory

She follows his voice back to the light

Back to the now

She knows what she needs from him

And thanks the stars

He knows too.

 

©2016

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