Reconciled

The conflicting will.

I feel 
Your every tremble
In my throat.

The dampness 
Of your tears
Has warmed 
The coldness
That once lived
Upon my shoulder
Turned the hardness
In the eyes
Of just a glance away.

A hard heart
Has turned to liquid,
And all my wishes 
Are for blessings
Upon your head
Today.

JL July 12. 12:13