Tonight,
I almost went into your room
because my newly emptied arms
were longing for your warmth.
I would've knocked your wooden gate
to ease the aching shoulder blade
that sought your weight and form.
I'd lay beside your crooked frame
and breathe the blackness of your hair
in time with your exhale
But then i changed what i had thought,
what i had meant to do.
I figured out there's nothing there,
but memories of you.
Of days where sun and moon combined
Of nights when time was never lost
Of arguments on life and love
Our paths by Fate, have crossed
Of trees and birds that sang in night,
Of knots of legs and arms and hand
Of warmth and comfort, soul's delight
And these can all withstand:
The test of time like mountain peaks
For in me they will always dwell
And with these thoughts I need no more.
My sorrow, I can quell.
