Don't try relentlessly to understand because only time
itself will decide and there really is no reason to be sad,
because it is written for you: your joy, my joy, our joy
together, will come when it is time.

I barely remember the first time that we met but I
distinctly remember when you said hello and it was a
voice that sounded love to me and I didn't know that
love could be this way, my food and my drink, the sun
all day, my dreams at night, and my thoughts all day,
everyday.

Her love is in my words when I write my poetry,in my
tears that I cry because we are apart and in my tears
when I think about all of those missed years when we
could have been together but chance and circumstance
chose otherwise and my sadness I can not disguise but
what we have the now is special even thought apart.

As I read her letters to me I realize it won't be too very
long before we will both can make a new start and I am
learning now that the many years away did not fade
my memories of the lines of our dialogue nor make
vague the dates and places that we used hide to kiss
and touch and discover each others skin and lips

My hands still remember all of the contours of her body
and I can clearly feel her touch when we were so young
and I am glad that we were like singing birds free to fly
away in search of other songs but eager to return to one
another because we both had a dream of love and we
now look for that dream in hidden places of the future
an in secret places of our hearts.  
                                                                ­                   Jon York   2018