still
in every cold choice
of mourning
there is everything
there ever was
still alive
in the moments
of its aliveness
i see
there is something
happening
forever
happening
forever
happening
in just the moment
of its happening
if looking back
is all that's left
of moving on
but there in the corner
something blooms
a new petal
a faint touch
a radiant smile
an absent minded kindness
extended out of habit
and there
in the accident
is the doorway
the crossroads
for crossing roads
and getting to the
other side
of midnight
life keeps living itself
all the way to life recycled
if there are eyes to see
and hearts to hear with
stories tell themselves
in whispers
of union
reverberating
with evidence
of love
