twin rivers

Had I met you here
some time before,
before the canon's angry blare.
Might I have found
a place of rest,
might I have come for loss
prepared.

Though not for this -
such fragile thoughts
of how (for you) my life was changed.
Were nights between
I could not sleep -
I walked the floor
and cried your name.

Undone as life
these pieces frayed
til shadows bear no trace of then.
Life goes on
though not the same -
recalled by dreams
‘remember when’?

Was when the stars
first learned to shine,
and spread their light to eager skies.
The moon no longer mattered,
my only light – your eyes.

Tho looked away
one afternoon,
when smoke was wreathed
along the hill.
Morning left (would not return),
e’er I had time
these hurts to heal.

Had I met you here
some other life,
some time before the worst would be -
the place I keep returning
to find the rest of me.