Let Your Hands Land on Yourself
The house is quiet now, but your hands still move toward the switch you used to flip off, or the small blanket you used to fold. The body remembers a shape that is no longer there.
It keeps performing love for a ghost. You are not crazy for reaching into the dark for someone who has gone.
But listen — the light does not depend on their presence to be real. It was there before the coffee pot was full, and it is here now that the cup is empty.
The darkness has not overcome it. The habits of your hands are just love looking for a place to land.
Let them land on yourself tonight. The light that held you both is still holding you, alone, in the gathering dark.
Drawing from
John, 1 John
Verses
John 1:5, 1 John 1:7
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