If I could open my mind the way a raindrop opens itself onto ground.
There is the boundless sky that a bird finds itself in.
There is the confine of a garden when the bird is taken by the cat.
Surrounded by beautiful flowers the bird’s death is at the edge
of the boundless sky.
There are raindrops that fall on everything
that have no shelter.
what lives
longer
than love
is the
memory
of love
it doesn’t
die
when the
person
dies
or they
leave you
it sits
inside
you and
every morning
it wakens
as if they
had never left