You child
left unsaid
where time sometimes trusts
love
brings us back to where we
know
love seems easy
maybe simple
time tempers desire
leaving pain blistering and
love hanging
in some place that we
recognize
holding our hands
holding our breath
holding our trust
holding our love
making it real, molding it
like clay
love is what we make it
love is what we imagine it
love is what we breathe it
it is what we live
sometimes the world ends
sometimes there is a time
ticking by
maybe love lasts three days
maybe love expires in three
days
you are turned up and
wrinkled
left to refurbish what is
lost
what is yours
what is love
what is life
even if it is all over,
where everything expires
there is still one thing
