​She touched my heart – 

With her elongated silences. 

Pauses precipitated speech, 

Forcing me – 

To confront myself. 

She unravelled me – 

Like old wool, 

Until I became, 

Threads and fibers. 

In these quiet, 

Unforseen,  unexpected moments, 

I am woven,  stitched together, 

By the loom of her love. 

Kevin Brown © 16.07.2016

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