POEM | Lavender in Weeds

I look to the east, towards you -

and further from what I know.

The breathlessness of waiting - 

Beyond from here to there... where do I go.

It's a delicate waltz we dance -

Careful to lock eyes for the rhythm is slow.

Like lavender in weeds -

Reaching past the choking tendrils to grow.

We move together carefully - 

Our hearts in tow.