After everything
at the very end
what is it that
remains
When life ceases
to be so busy
and there are only
two
In time of quiet
reflection on the past
now just me
and you
Two hearts inside
two hands
reaching out
with what remains
Wife, mom, therapist, author, poet, writer, painter, nerd, human
30 Apr 2013 Leave a comment
in April 2013, poetry Tags: emotions, life, love
After everything
at the very end
what is it that
remains
When life ceases
to be so busy
and there are only
two
In time of quiet
reflection on the past
now just me
and you
Two hearts inside
two hands
reaching out
with what remains