were there a means
for understanding
some longing
to discern
a place for every hurt
i leave behind –
breath becoming more
than just the memory
of words
a moment you were falling
into my
eternal rhyme

and i remember
what it took to find
you here –
to get you home
tethered to a promise
whispered
soft against the night –
reminders
of the only thing i know
to resurrect
love to get us back
where we
belong

. . .