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 wonβt 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.