a love poem

he left bits of himself 

in the tiniest nooks

of my kitchen. 

i find him amongst 

the spices

and scattered 

between leaves of tea.

i come across him 

when i least expect it,

i think it part of his plan.

to leave gifts 

that only i can feel

hidden along the legs 

that carry themselves 

gracefully 

down 

my glass of wine.

subtle hints of his scent

dance across the room,

while flavors marry 

in pots 

not quite kept 

and carelessly watched.

this is an intimate space

where loved ones meet

and souls collide.

where we give thanks

and quietly touch 

places

we 

thought 

we'd lost 

yet continue

to find

along

the

way.

April 27, 2014