a tilting of air

My pen got caught
on the memory of an and

and I wasn’t ready

his name and…

and you
and a calendar
and a laugh
and a kiss
and a praise
and a blessing
and a memory
and a hope

the and of you
hung at the tip of the pen

but the and
floated up

and a sigh

and the pen pressed truth
and the heart pressed want
and the space in between felt impossible