Not Make Believe

How stark the white of the snow is, clinging to the new green of the trees.

This storm breaks exactly the way I do when you call for me.

How fragile we are.

How strange.


Can love exist without this desperation?

Gestures like light reflecting on the water.


I am so grateful,

I am so sorry.


My cells, like a chorus, crying out in unison.

Not just now but for all of time.


I can’t feel you enough.

Or taste you enough.

This is what I have been searching for.


#love #poetry #magic

© Elizabeth McLaughlin | April 16, 2018