With you, the words came so easily.
Tonight, it isn’t the same.
I write about feelings
that have sunk to the bottom of my heart,
where it once simply said, “I love you” —
in heavenly symphony.

With my body,
it felt complete —
like tulips and lilies
along the steppes
of a cold hillside,
fluttering,
alive in the fresh mountain breeze.

I regret to inform you,
that place now says:
“I’m afraid. Afraid to love again.”
leaving behind a cold, barren desert.

You’ve gone your way,
and I’m left in a place stuck in time.

Love, as always,
is a bunch of things made beautiful by you
and destroyed by my hands.