And every week I read these sad poems
To test if the bear is awake
Every morning I am reminded
Of his presence yet through the day
He no longer seems to stay
He is much more interested in honey
Than harm
And honey I am cradled back into his arms
And I find peace in knowing what love is
Because no amount of
Cloths
Or connections can create this
The stars will never radiate such a power
To know compassion that won’t wilt
Like the pale pedal of a flower
My heart grew so large that I got lost in it for 45 days
And now all I can do is find myself
Living the first promise I made you,
If my love can last a month
I will come back
If a month cannot create another man
If a month cowers
Next to what we had
If I can find you in this broken mirror,
I will buy another,
I will find deeper blues
Brighter reds
I will paint my heart in the center because
I will know what it means to use it
And I will share it with you
If your face finds itself back in my space,
In my field of vision
Within the reach of my breath I will hold you
That is all my hands know to do
I will not pry pull or poke,
This bear has learned how quickly the bees will sting,
I will simply listen to the hum
And remember how good it must be
To feel the sun.