A Substitute Afternoon
i felt you pass through me
washing away
burden of doubt
as you sank through pores
and into crevices sought
by afternoon's chasing light.
i felt you wash that part of my heart
reserved for you,
a door marked with your name.
as the gentleness of years
fell away
through dust
fading into memory
i felt the color of you imprint itself.
a whisper on the wind.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 20114