It’s not the
Gift that you
Receive that’s important
It’s the fact
That you have
A present present
When you reached
Out to me
After six silent
Months I knew
Right then this
You are alive
And are happy
That you haven’t
Forgotten me and
That present present
Made the difference
That is love
And it came
Like a cautious
Step on a
Freshly iced pond
His voice from
Afar hesitant tentative
Like the hand
Of a child
To the jowls
Of sleeping dogs
It was not
What I expected
Or dreamed or
Thought it’d be
It was simply
A new stranger
Once again asking
For some time
Absent the cacophony
The bombshell barrage
Of our last
Campaign months ago
It is now
Peace time now
A time to
Collect the dead
And start over
Just as friends
No matter how
Often I close
The damper memories
Of you somehow
Trail down the
Flue of my
Mind reigniting the
Heartache of you
Catching embers that
Were so close
To being ash
Then erupting to
Full blaze and
Once again scorching
The new growth
That sprouted atop
What was once
You and I
Oh little Bean
Do you read
Me or have
You forgotten me
You live out
There like the
Early sunset of
Autumn too soon
You pop up
Like past due
Notices but where
Do I pay
Text me please
Do you not
Understand how hard
It is to
Choose nothing rather
Than something knowing
That the two
Of you won’t
Ever be what
You want and
Giving way to
What might be
Rather than clutching
To what isn’t
Let go die
Or start anew
