She’s quiet about her love.
but it fills the forms where she lives.
Each room ordered in a vision
that reflects her inner self.
I run up to her and I hug her
and she replies, “Here…”
“Here, with these rooms that I share with you,
here, I give you what I am.
Here, where my eyes and hands
have past over things ten-thousand times,
be here with me in this,
my inner garden.
gallagher
1Feb2019
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