No, I don’t feel death coming.
I feel death going:
having thrown up his hands,
for the moment.
I feel like I know him
better than I did.
Those arms held me,
for a while,
and, when we meet again,
there will be that secret knowledge
between us.
What Does Indigenous Love Look Like?
Article by
Yvonne Wallace
Caring for you even though my life is a struggle, dropping everything to help you feel as though you belong
