Remember when we first met,
Before I knew the story on
Your face
And the way you talk with your hands?
The world seemed simpler,
A smooth and gilded
Ribbon stretched in front of us.
Now our lives are twined,
Woven together by laughter
And heartbreak,
Events which have
Spoken out loud things
Most only whisper in the dark,
Hoping someone will hear.
There is no journey
Forward without you.
The self I have bared
Begs the shelter of
Your knowing,
And promises shelter
In return.
Categories: Poetry