Heuristic

To Vixens and Valentines

To Vixens and Valentines

You sighed,

the cadence of your breath

telling more than you ever really say

I laughed,

chest heaving while you sit

upon a cracked leather sofa

You sang,

voice so professionally lilted

the exposition of everyday majesty

I yearned,

radiant sunshine more trustworthy

than the one-day-per-month recollections

You leaned,

head tilted full of lost thoughts

that, while heavy, I'd never bear

I sunk,

The tide of commotion won

pulling the space behind my face downward

You healed,

parting so gingerly and with such grace

and healthily, and parting, and unsteady confidence