Chris Hancock

A simple breeze with its soft touch,

The gentle reminder of what was,

Leaves a chill,

Helps me to realize what’s now in front,

The notion that,

Through all of this lust,

A core remains,

It’s the structure that we need,

To reconstruct, 


As we stand savoring the embrace,

Can’t help but yearn,

For just a little rain,

The caress of droplets,

Soothing our arid brains,

A song of longing,

Lost to the waves,

A moment of solace,

Before we acknowledge,

That all these thoughts,

Will still remain,

The building blocks,

To start again