TIMING
Jan 3, 2024
The heavens opened up,
And you landed in my lap,
I carried this peace with me,
Until it became a piece of me,
The ocean carried your depth,
I took lessons for my breath,
To learn how to get to know you,
Without being overwhelmed,
We danced without classes,
We spoke in stanzas,
And our motion and conversation,
Felt like poetry,
But that’s the thing about art,
It is only whole from our missing parts,
And for a time that was us,
A masterpiece that just worked,
A well-placed gift in the hands of the unable,
A kind word on the ears of the deaf,
A great sight before glazed eyes,
To have it and have it taken away,
It was not a flaw of our own,
We were a great thing,
Two lines of fate tied in,
It was just wrong timing,
~Frankhie
