if words could capture
the feeling
of being
with you again,
i would write them all.
scribbled up the sides
of ancient oak trees
secrets engraved onto leaves,
comfort stretching tall
into the night sky.
the cold strips clarity
into clouded eyes -
you are not mine
to hold,
but you are mine to have,
and the love shared
need not be
spoken,
how you have
and have not cared
displayed in token gestures.
i sit in peace
with both
knowing,
you
are exactly who you have always been
and will remain,
and i
am equal parts
your opposite
and reflected same.