Our love song
was stitched of our silences
things unsaid but understood
of midnight dreams about each other
which brought the color to our cheeks
of goodbyes said through our eyes
and wine drunk to bring people
to your absence

our love song
was like the forest
dense dark air thick with waiting
with bated breath
here and there interspersed
with rays bursting through
a canopy
of waiting wood which could
light a wildfire given a kindle
and a flint
our love song was like a canvas
run through with a few haphazard strokes
which seemed to say so much
while we waited brush in hand
trying to reach that wall
but missing each other.