I thought I knew love
but I was wrong.
I’d only brushed my fingertips
against the edges of it.

Then you…
you walked in,
and suddenly,
I was holding the whole thing
and it was holding me back.

You set fire to years I thought had gone cold,
turned my autumn into a second spring.
Every glance from you
steals my breath.
Every touch
leaves me aching for the next.

You’ve filled the hollows in me,
the quiet rooms,
the long corridors of loneliness,
with the sound of your voice…
the warmth of your body beside mine…
the sweetness of your kiss
lingering like wine.

Now,
I don’t count the years behind me.
I count the moments until I see you again.

You’ve given me back my dreams.
Made my heart race
like it once did in youth
only deeper,
truer,
more consuming.

I didn’t know I could feel this alive,
this wanting,
this grateful
not now, not here, not after everything.

But you…
you are proof.
Proof that love
is never finished with us.