And in

The mirror

We stood

Side by

Side and

There you

Said you

Are and

You are

Created by

The hand

Of God

Himself and

Speak words

As though

He said

Them Himself

And so

I gave

You a

Gift a

Locket in

A box

Nestled softly

In tissue

And inside

Were three

Whispered words

Which might

Ignite fire

Or lightly

Tickle throats

And you

Kept them

There close

To your

Heart where

They were

Always meant

To be

I wear

A heavy

Coat of

Sadness which

Refuses to

Ward off

The chill

Of loss

Instead its

Threads weave

Around my

Heart keeping

It frozen

Everyone

Wants to

Be on

Top until

They get

There

Then it’s

A different

Game

All together