I saw you like a pack of my favorite matches

and patches sewn over holes in proud hearts holding

on to heavy hands lifted and lost in ways

wondered over whiskey and rhum, hearts hum

in tandem, never at random, at least not for us

in our trust, toiled and never teetered

in every word of "you should leave her" and yes

you made me doubt. Doubt every night that shone the moon

gnawed by maliced maws mourned by you and you alone

Oh you. Only you. Felt like home for every night the moon shone dim

every night you left your arms open for more than warmth, but love.

While wars waged and wills wavered but not us, love

you kept me holding so, love. Hold. On.

Please. For every other sunset we do not see together

but we take comfort in that we see them at all

we beat odds others only hoped to. so, hold

on to my wrists and I to yours, love

hold on to me and I to you

love

you'll always be my favorite kiss that could have been

and my only kiss that didn't have to be.