last night
turning in after a
very full day
I tried
to identify
this new feeling
it seemed
familiar
yet unique
like a
childhood
sleepover
mixed with
the start of something
exciting
tinged
with sadness of
patina-ed grief, loss
noticing
how you’re alike
and uniquely you
and myself
as well
the same, yet somehow different
and I recognized it
new, each time
yet familiar
the opening
of a new chamber
in my heart
just
for
you
the layering
over of grief
with the beginnings of joy
the tiptoeing
into love
with hope
