Night. Stars. After-rain
the trees have had their share
of tears. Music dies. The sea moans
muted are voices with nothing to declare-

passionate past kisses I remember
now I could find her nowhere
long ago one summer night she whispered
in my ears-- I still can smell the fragrance of her radiant hair.

for the first time
since the last time
i think i stopped missing you
today.

I didn't fall
         in love
      with you. I
        walked
            into
    love with you,
        with my
   eyes wide open,
        choosing
     to take every
              step
     along the way.
             I do
     believe in fate
             and
       destiny, but I
             also
        believe we
         are only
       fated to do
    things that we'd
           choose
       anyway. And  
      I'd choose you;
                in a
    hundred lifetimes,
  in a hundred worlds.
In any version of reality,
         I'd find you
                 and
       I'd choose you.                                                     Jon York    2019