Unbeknownst to he, tending new life,
I walked into nothing, breathing but barely seen.
When weaned from my potion -
pet mouse stumbled cobblestones,
and found a chair.

I sat and smiled - the raw crumpled leaves,
blossomed our love in seeing.
The air passed through -
down the furry, leafless tree,
and it forgave with an effortful, forgiving dance.
Mouse witnessed my unwavering break,
bloom into flourishing.
He will give my glossy eyes, my sorries.