i called in sick this morning
last memory of you infuses me
your illness now my illness
acting on your whims
at night intensified this pain
for a good cause indeed
allow my need to act the rescuer
myself as well, weary no more
no bleeding of the heart
it's presence of the past
our throats in mutual healing
new year foretells erasing
old perspectives, and feeling
now a stranger meaning carries
diminutions and augmentations
canonized, my focus shifted
to palm pressed tenderly against
your cheek, along with sun
enlivening order seeping in
intelligence is iceberg city melting
