Today someone said to me
That there was a certain kind of beauty in the missing
Of two fathers
A blossoming because of the devastating floods
A sharper, deeper kind of romance.
Did they die so that we could live?
I think suddenly of your life impacting mine
Like the two car accidents we could have died in.
I think of glass shattering like a fallen icicle
The stony, absolute crunch of metal
Of our separate bodies
Tossed against steering wheels and car doors
Our bones fragile and temporary.
But we are alive, you and I
And even now
I feel the lull of your breathing
Of your quiet hands
From thousands of miles away.
I open for you like a wild rose
And you know me as I am
Sweet and wary.
Such strange and heavy secrets we bear
My darling, my dear
Such strange and heavy secrets.
Your arms hold me up
Cradle me against your beating heart
And we are wet with kind rain
And shared sorrow
And the tears I cry for both of us.
You grow a beard
And I cut my hair
And no time has passed in heaven.
Come
Let me bear the weight of your heart, my love.
We will meet them holding hands.