I understand now why naked trees sway the way they do,
alone in cold or heat,
when the leaves that promised so much colour,
float away when autumn comes to feast.
I understand now why lonely doves,
fly the seven seas,
to sigh, and rest so gently when,
their time has come to cease.
I know now why you left me here,
I know now why I cry,
but what eludes me more than this,
is why I could never get you to try.
The roads that brought us here were long,
though time kindly rejects,
and though the bridges we had built have burned,
your form I shan’t forget.
Hear me, when our song plays aloud–
the chorus of which will scream,
that it can’t believe the way we flowed;
know that this feels but like a dream.
I had the opportunity robbed of me,
and now that most of what we were has come to pass,
I’ll say that I hold only one thing close to me,
your sleepy eyes; your careful mouth–
broken too soon was this tie.
I had no idea that I was waiting on you,
but alas, it matters not now,
because at this juncture,
we’re two of two,
no longer one of one.