She gave me a smile in September, and I saw what couldn’t be.
Love was the impossible. Quite genuinely.
And in January she gave me comfort in a blizzard.
My heart raced through my parka and I hoped she couldn’t feel it.
She told me in February that her heart was racing too.
I was different, I was love.
I had never been love before.
My light, my sunshine, my absolute heart.
Nine months of gentleness and the promise that I was
She was my sunshine and I was her northern lights.
And in the New Year she gave me a goodbye.
It seemed premature. We hadn’t even fought. Hadn’t told the world
that we were each other’s peace. Hope that our world would see
But you can only send so many kisses from nine hours away.
But you can send music.
I was in darkness and she sent me beauty when I was alone.
She sent me a symphony
and I saw colors in the dark.