there are these moments
remembrances of affection
like echoes that have
found their way home
threadbare and almost silent
but still yearning absent-mindedly
for a thing that feels long lost
like a sudden warmth come over you
while passing through the chill
or that unique fragrance of lilac
mixed with cold cigarette smoke
carried like a cloak in her wake
you thought was forgotten
now the ghost of all you have left

these small unintentional gifts
these accidental offerings
a nose nuzzled into neck’s nape
an arm draped carelessly over you
descend like manna in the desert
as you wander toward a promised land
a fairy tale myth barely believed
but held onto like a broken barrel
in a night of stormy seas…
you come to live for them