Consolable Whispers

Though shoulders

will still be straining

Under the weight

of loss,

a trembling,

almost unheard voice

summons your breath

not to be held in vain,

and just wait
until
the miracle

of its soft echoes

has finally come around 
to filter
heartsickness,

the sour bitterness of regret,

out of your blood.

Denied

by forgetfulness,

misfortune memories

may break
into my private thoughts
at times,

out of the blue.
The irony is
a single incantation

from you

will always help forgiveness

to wash away,
for good,

the gray remains of the horizons

in both our views.

With the scar pains
deleted

and dignity restored

Pride will be put to rest

and the insoluble grief
will be dissolved

by an eternal present,

the real delight,

growing so splendidly

within our chests.

Sharing our rainbows 
and our verve

completed

by the vital wealth of love

makes for no waste

only allows our spirit
to be embraced

like second chances are

at a new crossroads.