Fierce Love - a poem

Fierce Love

You call me Grace,

because you have forgotten my name
like you have forgotten
soaking the beans overnight
adding sugar to your coffee
shopping online
Sunday church
email passwords
the comfort in my voice

But I remember
your handwritten notes under my pillow
holding hands while walking on the seashore
the starchy smell of your overly crisp shirts
long texts saying nothing
words in your eyes, saying everything.

Now
anger and frustration
rise and fall like waves
in moments when you fail to recognize me
but I melt in minutes
regaining my patient self
when I see you walking away, from yourself.

did I tell you how much I like it
when you can call me Grace?

Comments

Anonymous said…

So lovely…

February 11, 2022 at 8:50 AM

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