Love looks like a text message
ten minutes after your friend leaves
three heart-eyed emojis
and you both know it means
what a night,
what a thing to have a friend.
Love looks like a son
camped out in the waiting room
waiting on the woman
who has always steadied him,
whispering promises she can lean
on him, he will be steady,
even with shaking hands.
Love looks like an outstretched
hand, there is healing, wounds
will mend, there can
be f l o u r i s h i n g,
stronger in the snaps than
ever imagined before.
michael king 