We walk backwards through this life thus seeing clearly in hindsight. Here I drop your hand from mine though love you I do still. The liquid leaking from my eyes takes two forms I recognize.
If once you read this, and you will Remember how my breast did feel wrapped in your palm, knees at a kneel tucked in the curve of time. The price has faded on the bill, we both are freed our hearts to heal.
Unspoken as you once were mine abandoned path, now out of line, vague in hopes to be entwined should we meet again. With fearful fretful heave of sigh, I turn mine eyes away from thine.
Whispered smiles will bring then echoes and dreams remembered when the mouth I loved spread with a grin— I dreamt I’d be a wife. Then put to sleep these dreams and sins, or let them lie awake within.
If later in deep look and flight returns me to this quiet night, then with my hand I will try again your hand to hold. Freely falling from great heights, we’ll drop together through this life.