you-and-i

I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.

I fell in loveand then I became love.

Like a child who saves their favourite food on the plate for last, I try to save all thoughts of you for the end of the day so I can dream with the taste of you on my tongue.

Loving you is loosing my soul,I was in a lost battle, Death at my door,A dog in a backyard feels for my pain,Beer in a broken bottle wet paint and rain.

Here's another poem,like all others before and after,dedicated to you.There isn't anything left to be saidbut I will spend my lifetrying to put you into words.You who is every goodness,every optimismand hope.Your love is a better fate for methan anything I could wish for.If you are a part of me, then you__e the best part.And if you're separate from me, then you are my destination.But I__e become a weary traveller,so please,let us never be apart.

There is nothing I can do that won__ bring me back to you.

Love, they said, burns youand builds you.But with you, there__ no ash.Just light.