you wouldn’t see it
in the wrinkle of my brow
or know it
even as I told it
with a quivering frown
or hear it
in my shaking voice
how I felt
that I had no choice
but to risk it
and run with it
with you
for a chance
to love again
before it all
fell away again
– B. Brown
(image courtesy of Pinterest)
Bitter-sweet. Lovely jostling coming through.
Thank you 🙂