tender noticing

It’s cold today
In only, the first week of September.
I keep nudging the thermostat up.

I put on wool sox
I plan a soup
from bones in the freezer
I loose interest in salads

I’ve been so tired lately.
I make nettle infusions
And take iron supplement
I’m unsure if any of it helps

Part of the weight:
A grief that summer
Has all but left us.

She leaves behind fractions of her warmth
A few late boomers in the garden.

I want to hold on to her like a lover leaving too soon.

I offer my heartbreak my own tender noticing.
‘She will be back’ I say
‘And in the meantime, I am right here, all the way honey, all the way’