Sometimes,
our hearts buffer…
that small spinning pause
between signal and song.
I say your name,
the moment hesitates…
a bird suspended
in the grammar of air.
The world stutters
with wobbled gyrations…
in the fragile delay
I feel you.
Silent promise,
our hearts buffer…
that small spinning pause
between patience and devotion.
3-9-26
Tonight was the monthly online workshop I host and the prompt was ‘Buffering’
My husband's poetry 
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