:: Waggling ::

the tree by your window wags its tail

like you hear me thinking about you again,

trying to pronounce your name with my heart,

the way my spirit has always known it —

beyond simple words and deep affection,

beneath the time and the knowing,

within the laughing and the dreaming of each new breath,

behind tears and tender hope, now —

The Enunciation of Love

has always waggled across the distance

between soul mates.

Written by Brent A. Newberry, July 6, 2023

I can’t believe it’s been 3 months.