I miss you,

Have you made up your mind?

The soft light fools you, mellows and hides

Everything has a purpose;

You're speaking barely

No, those are not words:

Establish what it is to recover the faith to move on

To stop seeing all the trees in the forest clump into one

I will delight when I see something I recognize

Can I be around you?

Can you remember what it meant,

Sundays sung till our hearts content?

We walked down walls;

Something inside me gave in when you asked me;

Where have you been?

Do you love me now,

Now as in always, dear?

This is growing old I am reminded

But there is no wandering back

I said " I love you", once, not sometimes, forever

This Poem was originally published in 2013, in the book Golden Leaves