I can’t imagine looking you in the face
and saying, I have never loved this man.
I know the lines on your face,
the height of your breath,
the way your mouth moves.
You could never be a stranger to me,
will always feel like coming to some
type of home— vacant, dusty, forgotten.
this is the way of time.
I can’t believe I loved you enough to let you go
but this ghost has flesh now
and we have all come so far into ourselves
it’s hard to remember a time we weren’t.
So, that’s life. We have our sea legs now
and listen to our mother when she says
we will love again.
I will love again.