soft irony of delicate awareness,
and the desire to keep connects.

to your loves, who love you too,
tho swept in life – to pause, reflect

and often when a rupture strikes,
does time cry for a sudden halt.

and the crashing wave of mortality,
now rushing from its jagged fault.

so when you find a soul or two,
who meets this fragility of life.

the link is all the more sacred now,
to hold sweet fragments with light.