When two things disparate
Come together things happen
Either they mix temporarily
Like boxers eventually returning
To their respective corners
Or they remain together
Like pen to paper
That without the other
Either has little purpose
Be either the boxers
Or pen and paper
Someone to be avoided
Or someone to keep
Person place or thing
Sometimes proper often not
Being this being all
Is what love means
There is now before
Before this before now
It hangs over me
Like heavy snow laden
Boughs surely to drop
As I walk beneath
All at once avalanche
Reminding me of then
Shaking it off I
Carry on slightly chilled
Pleasantly surprised by being
Able to remember you
Yet keeping you back
There and not here
Today I feel like
A letter that has
Been torn in two
Telling of a great
Adventure well half
Of it any way
Like a recipe absent
Of a few ingredients
Or a child at
Christmas thinking that Santa
Didn’t listen half of
A whole is less
Than half it’s this
Island in a sea
Surrounded on all sides
By absolute total nothingness
I do remember now
Way back then why
I even considered you
It was during re-entry
When everything was ablaze
After having just spent
Months amongst the stars
Hopping from one planet
To the next discovering
His body in bed
Now back to earth
Back to this mundane
I figured why not
Why not try common
But similar just isn’t
Good enough any more
Once you have danced
With that heavenly body
