Aftermath
The false ones poison the well,
whispers dropping like stones
until the water turns bitter.
But you kneel beside me,
cupping your hands,
offering what is clear,
what is ours.
Even when others sour,
your loyalty runs deep,
an endless spring I can trust.
whispers dropping like stones
until the water turns bitter.
But you kneel beside me,
cupping your hands,
offering what is clear,
what is ours.
Even when others sour,
your loyalty runs deep,
an endless spring I can trust.
with love for my partner Andy for being steadfast and true [September 2025]
