Crevices

I went back home

where, we lay on the floor

pouring over each other

where, kitchen smelled of coffee

of love and spices

where, doors beckoned sunlight

windows opened to breeze

where, time became poetry

that I spent with you

where, walls filled with pictures

of travel and awe

walls, where I stopped

a tiny crevice had formed

weathering perhaps

reckless I was

time had gaped the crevice

wounded we shut the house

dust over the love

it clouded the soul

at the fountainhead of the day

I return home

to see the morning rays

I blew the dust away

wild flowers filled the crevices

making it's way

soul felt tugged in a duvet

fresh wild flowers

stalled the time forever

crevices sealed the closure