Gesture
there was
a hush
that fell
like snow
soft and silent
and somber
like a prayer
you never share
like the sorrow
of losing
that which
you were
for the sake
of time
and place
and purpose
in that
you forget
how it is
to be
taken aback
by the smallest
of thought
carried out
through centuries
of suffering
that would bring
with it
such salve
to an otherwise
wounded world
for which Love
could indeed
be the cure
TL