When a star caves, galaxies are dazed
by the brilliance.
When a woman’s heart caves,
she loses poems
and finds her way through
silence.
When she wakes
she is shy about her pen
and fumbles.
For many confusing months
your humor and strength circled around me.
I felt your breath, your words, your nudges.
At once stern, yet kind.
Protective, yet receptive.
In my most uncertain hours
I found your hand in the dark,
waiting.
I reach for it.
Another gem from the Western Massachusetts Missed Connections. This feed used to be so much fun to look through every day and I’m lucky to have found so many pieces of creative writing and poetry there over the years.