valediction.

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