single

so said I with certainty

a love has past

none now with me

fond am I of what I wish to be

lovingly cradling a ghost close to me

for you my love I thread silk along the sea

an ocean I'd cry not if again I lost thee

far better for me
to love
then lose

then never to press close to thee
kiss
and hold
to speak words of poetry

to miss
to hope
to cherish
to love
to dream
to quarrel
then reconcile

to have another
together
like two doves