by Lola Peters
We stand
separated by the shimmer of
Time
Space
yours the sweet, carefree smile
of contentment
Love, you say
is Action, not Feeling
Taking out the trash
changing the toilet roll
cleaning out the fridge
emptying the dishwater
Serving one another
moment-to-moment
I awake with tears on my cheeks
grateful
you have not forgotten me
Aware of the irony
in walking away again
from my own Shadow