The Wabi-Sabi Writer

Lost in the deep

forrest

I find

myself

missing

you

when the wine

sinks in

fills all my hollows full

swishing

around

the sighing 

distance

between

when we were one

and then

not

all

at

once

the longing leaves

as memory

truffles

nuzzled and unearthed

unrelenting

unwelcome

urge up

on this hallowed ground

this space

rife 

with an ancient ache

like damp moss

squish slick

fully

saturated

I watch

on the surface

As

regrets

bead

and 

hope

rolls

away