I have only loved you
under a dark sky and a waning moon
and more in the light of day.
Love, I have only loved you.

When the book opened
and your fingers traced whispered words
and you winced.
Believe me, I have only loved you.

Even in the dawn,
in the bitter bite of a broken day
and slamming doors
even when the windows shattered
and the cold numbed my fingers and toes
and froze me in feeling
It was obvious, I have only loved you.

When the distance spread
thick and far
and all of our promises felt like lies
and the truth was difficult to distinguish
Remember, I only loved you.
I have only loved you.
I can only love you.

I wake in the belly of a poem.
Wading into watercolor
And a twisting labyrinth
Of Boston ivy.
I can't see through this fog
But it can see through me.
Words like pollen glide
On the wind and
Guide me like fireflies to
A sanctuary of wildflowers.
Here, everything speaks
To me, fluent in my native tongue.
Inhale, exhale, repeat until there's peace.
Bonsai at my feet as if
My toes are whispering to the roots:
"Grow, blossom, thrive",
And I will learn to
Take my own advice.