he makes you ache aware

by Cassandra Metcalfe

a vision rose-colored and emanating

internalized and spit back out

shifts winds and moves

through shadows like a ghost

a gyre descends as you rise above

sheltered from reality

he makes you ache aware

a metaphor to forge

melding hearts

collapses into

unwriting history

mucks up

the irreconcilable as

love aches its way into fondness