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 sometimes 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 Feb/09