something we love

at some point there comes without doubt
something we love
and it comes with some fault
a hand stretched out
a wave ‘hello’ , ‘goodbye’
that ‘that’ between us
silences and listens. . . loud in the mind
quiet, coffee-stirred
a smile in the swirling cream
doubtful drops
stormed against a window pane
drifts of snow weighed
upon places leaves forgot
to cover
something we love
is somewhere in there
and waits not
for hands to uncover