The Best is Yet to Come
by Alexandra Giffin
There will come a time
to let love die
so it can rise again
from blackened dust,
tarnished trust rebuilt
from rusted words
hung out to dry.
Mornings turned to years,
you take your coffee tinged
brown paper bag wrapped
in silence, a tender glance
or graze of your hand
softens the remnants
of our wounds.
Bound by blood
and weathered dreams
you call me your imperfectly
perfect star, not drifting far
tethered close this time
of year to the familiar anchor
of your skin.
High tide envelopes me whole,
the best is yet to come--
because real love
requires drowning,
then realizing
you never needed
lungs.
to let love die
so it can rise again
from blackened dust,
tarnished trust rebuilt
from rusted words
hung out to dry.
Mornings turned to years,
you take your coffee tinged
brown paper bag wrapped
in silence, a tender glance
or graze of your hand
softens the remnants
of our wounds.
Bound by blood
and weathered dreams
you call me your imperfectly
perfect star, not drifting far
tethered close this time
of year to the familiar anchor
of your skin.
High tide envelopes me whole,
the best is yet to come--
because real love
requires drowning,
then realizing
you never needed
lungs.
Alexandra Giffin draws inspiration from nature to connect more deeply with her own seasons of life. Her poetry reflects on themes of love and loss; contrasting our human experiences with the rhythms and cycles of the earth. Originally from Colorado, she now resides in the Pacific Northwest, tucked into the beautiful Cascade mountains near Mt. Baker, Washington. Alexandra was shortlisted in the 2023 Mist & Mountain International Poetry Prize and is published in Anthology I, a collection from Starcrossed Poetry.