In those quiet moments
stolen between pockets
of swollen sunlight
you released me
from the darkest terrors
of my imagination.

The broken dreams of a broken man.

...

You told me once
that the heart’s greatest vulnerability
is memory.  I have known too well
how time can turn
a gray moment lilac.

...

In the biting breeze
of your departure
you left me
grasping at the handle
of a door that closed
too quickly.

One decision can decide a life.

...

After all this time
what I remember most is love,
etched into the deepest crevices
of my soul behind all the ways
I’ve learned to spell *loss.