Once upon a time a place
there was and is
A him a her another
Pass the minute the moment
words and dreams
rehearsed in time and place
A face his hand her ear
choose and regret
towards the ever after
She finds a breath a voice
delight and fullness
awakened in the pages
Write the minute the moment
touch and speak
rewording careless phrases
But no they say they stay
same and always
don’t look dont touch don’t change
Its not to her by her
for her to have spoken
In someone else’s story
Cindy Koch 