The Tender Spot Inside
May #26 for National Poetry Month
i left you behind,
finished the list of tasks
that filled my afternoon,
and without touching my finger to wrist,
closed the door,
wading into the sun.
nothing left behind
but that tender spot,
the one i forget about
where love weaves
its intricate colors
into a cloth
i barely recognize.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015