Fragments of Cassandra

I talked to him today,

No storm to outrun, 
No debts left unpaid,

We spoke like
evening light;
low and warm,
where old thorns 
once were born.

No rewinds,
No repairs,

Just care.
Just being there.

And for that quiet stay,
the ache never arrived-
like it forgot its way.



Be’ahava,
Cassandra