emptying

two walking along,
hands clasped, hearts joined together;
love, the best they had

emptying themselves of self,
adrift on currents of hope


the matters back of mind that fester –
those are never small —
the things we leave behind are thus
the heaviest
of all


they jumped off of the boat and swam;
they’d stripped off most their clothes –
along a sunset riverside
with sand between their toes

and love, like some new miracle,
made each dim past recede:
their boat lay empty near the shore,
but they were filled
indeed

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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