Words have left me bereft for days
my mind seething with the empty prospects of unwanted possibilities
with so many sharp corners upon which to fall and fail
and be impaled with the forever etched memories
of once, I was joy.
I was love.

In your arms you made me, brought me to fruition,
and it seemed that all the days would pass like this,
in the long easy labour of two hearts growing together.

Light has been spilling off the ends of your fingers
all the way back to the beginning, to lake framed sunsets,
when we both found a song we wanted to sing forever.

All the days could pass like this.