daylight slips across
the smudged
walls of an empty room, when you find
yourself twisted in an
echo, afraid of north and
dragging south,
when your entire life is
at your feet, two pieces of stone abandoned
under her pillows, when another year
presses your skin
with fierce fingertips, her magic
will fall softly
parallel to another, when you
tell yourself you
are a solitary being,
she will still send you pale light with
hints of sandalwood
and lavender
© 3.19.2018
heather brager
