too frankly kind
but soft without fault
intention followed through
unpolished genuine
caring effort
holding presence
enwrapped
involved
runneth over
patience
interest
so real
jarringly real
but subtly distinct
so withheld
for one’s own good
“life is in the waiting” (ts eliot)
shades of life
of kindness to somehow
less-than-strangers.
your voice
in thanks
echoed
and washed away
by the absolute ocean
over endless sands
voice cracking
oasis eyes
walked
spanned
saw the gentleness
breezed
kindness
apprehensive
too many faces
to just one
alone
purple
white
black
not at all harsh
effervescent
highly held
strong habit
the wheel tracks
worm deep
sculpted
last word
lasting
in silence
nothing
but you
your voice
and your inexplicable
smile.
