We used to spend every waking moment
Talking, singing, dancing, *******,
Until we couldn’t sustain the day any longer,
Then collapse together,
Into the most beautiful and restful
Sleep that I have ever known.

You were my dream, and my nightmare;
My ride or die every night every day,
For five wild, weird and wonderful years.
You were everything to me,
And our everythingship was supposed
To last forever, in every lifetime.

Now we turn fitfully throughout the night,
And our days are spent in regretful silence.
Valentines Forever seems discarded,
And unless we can somehow recover,
The first of February
Will be my personal day of mourning forever.

For a long time I’ve wished I could write
about anything other than despair.
For a long time you and I
Have been developing these feelings,
Nurturing them with time and effort
Like water and sunlight to a seed.

With warmth and substance
They bloomed,
Radiant petals burst throughout my chest,
Through the very core of my being.
And suddenly I don’t feel like writing
About despair the way I used to.

Suddenly I find myself struck
With inspiration remembering your skin.
How my fingers crest the valleys and peaks
Of your beautiful form,
And I find myself wishing that I could write
About the opposite of despair.

I find myself wishing that I could write
About the hope and happiness I’ve found,
About who and what
Brought me back to the light
And made me wish that I could write
Poems that made you smile instead of cry.

And suddenly it doesn’t feel so hard
Anymore.
I don’t find myself wishing that I could write,
Because the words fall out of me
And onto the page
When I think about you.