Frani Was Here

I really like her.

I don’t know what love is

but I cried once when we said goodbye.

Now she’s standing beside me

her hand on my shoulder.

The voice of a mother

I’ve never known.

My arm goes around her,

head falls on her heart.

Silent communion, tears start.

This is where love is.

I should have known.

Goodbye again.

But I don’t cry.

Goodbye again.

And I know why.

Inhale.

Release.