From once a stranger you grew
into my best friend, my love-
but not just my love, my truth.
Then quickly you faded to ash.
My eyes left to wander.
Hoping. Waiting for a sound,
for your silhouette to take form
against that empty horizon.
But for years that distant shore
still vacant of your presence,
left the present to command love
and new love came. Greater
than anything we knew of love
lasting longer than what spawned
between us two.
And his voice sounds so sweet
with talks of forward motion,
not of retreat. Not of leaving,
no letting go, but holding tight-
hanging on. Promise of love
upon every new day’s dawn.