I can still smell the lustful intentions of your perfume
in the shirt you once wore.
I regret all the meaningless battles
of a couples war.

I know you will soon be
back inside my arms.
but the voices inside of me
scream with jealous alarms

I argue with the lies
inside my head;
I know one day
we will be wed...

I cry as I kiss the ghost
of you in memory.
I know our love binds and distorts
in fearful symmetry.

Here is your present.
If you open it you will find something of no monetary value.
It has no mass.
No dimensions.
But it sure is heavy.

You can’t hold it,
But you can feel it
You can’t write with it ,
But it leaves a mark
It may be small,
But it grows over time

I want you to take it. Keep it. Cherish it.
And on the first day of your first born’s life
Give it away

Don’t ever wipe it off
It loses all power,
All love,
All meaning if you do.
Everybody knows that.

Even if today is the last day that our paths cross
You will always have this gift.
Please take care of it.