Lori Boulard - Partners

I am
the grey that strokes your temple
the sigh of your breath
the itch in your palm
the strike of your match.

I am, at times
the cramp in your side
the eye of your storm
the eclipse of your sun.

But I will be as well
your vessel of voyage
the hand on your cane
the wheels of your chair
and the ashes riding tandem on your wave.

Lori Boulard

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