Phoebe

You are the glue holding me together

today. I feel like I'm falling apart, but

the heartstring that plays your song on 

repeat beats strong, and sturdy, and warm.

You are a dry porch during a thunderstorm,

a garden growing in the warm sunlight, the 

creaking groan of an old rocking chair.

You are soft music under starlight, coffee

steam on cold fingers. You are a place ticket

home. There will never be enough words

to say thank you.

A.T.
6/24/19