All of my days are full
because you are a part of them.
I wonder at times
what my life consisted of,
the beat my heart followed,
the breaths by which time passed,
before you.
And when we're apart,
the moments
are like
coffee with no cream,
The ocean with no tide,
A morning with no stretch,
An earth with no sun,
A prayer with no faith,
A book with no spine,
And a soul with no light.
And I am reminded,
I am you,
as you are me.
Where your heart goes,
mine with follow.
Whether in this world,
or the next.
And that my sweet love,
Is the sweetest love of all.