how many lives
were paid for this –
by chance
we love again
broken in the middle
but stitched across the brow
linked by fates
a scarlet thread
arms that hold you
how many mornings
how many times returned
a place that bears
an imprint of our love
how I whispered –
with ne’er a thought
to leave
weakened by the way
you said my name
eternity can never
be enough

. . .