The vision lingers.
Soft light holds me.
I am afraid to forget
you.
I don't want release
from this merging
of soft wishes
and soft dreams.
Such generous precision,
making my life so precious,
to think we were meant from the start-
Did you become my thoughts,
or were you inside before I knew
to want you?
Such love,
to be one
in this soft space.
I don't want to return
to my empty peace,
before the blending
of you and me.
I feel us together
in the In-Between,
when I open my eyes.
We're close.
Promise you'll know me,
as I now release your memory.
Even new, I will recognise
soft love in sturdy form.
I won't run.
And I won't hold too tight.
I let the shells fall:
You,
and unfeeling-me
who can adore someone in this way.
This much.
Love is stronger
than I expected or knew.
So I ask nothing more of you.
I'm forgetting you already,
I'm forgetting your sparkling beauty,
all the details of your soul,
and how you reflect me.
I will only keep
this merging.
Our dawn is young but familiar:
Fulfilling. Stable. Deep as forever.
I will walk
in this intertwining of us.