The release of loss
Should be a temporary dark over;
like a half smile, part with you, part
at you.
It’s when confessions drip from
a repentant tongue, loosening
squeaky thoughts, relieved to be free.
The inside of healing words fight
to the surface, struggling for new air;
a chance for old shadows to flee.
There is a nothingness when we fail
to breathe in the engine of a new day.
A tempered security warms the hands
with expected results. Stepping away
from the fire provides a different heat.
Roger Singer 