sinking softly,
into the couch beside you.
you.
with the pot of tea
the green speckles in your eyes
a sign of relief
and much like a flood
or the strong current
to 42 wallaby way
i feel this overwhelming sense of peace
with myself
and you.
and my lack of emotional incontinence
or maybe lack thereof?
raw and true?
not one regret sits on my chest
except the fact that the flood
didn't come earlier.
[fin]