Build a shrine to all the ones
Who loved you enough
And why not?
A cairn to help you
Find your way
When the going is rough
Immerse yourself
Delicious scents
Thoughtful gifts
Writing implements
Joyous plants
Delicate origami cranes
Candles to light
Dark soul of night
Brightly coloured twine
Yarn woven into warmth
Chosen pieces
Sensory overwhelm
Typed pages of novels
And kind self help
Just breathe it in
Then let it go
The yarns that fell
As ends to the floor
It only comes to us
As a realisation
When we experience
Real love in pure form
Do we decide
Not to settle
For anything less
As if new potential
Latent for decades
Awakens from our chest
A new and unfamiliar
Creature resides
Within our precious
Years of life so few
Urging you to live
To the fullest
Knowing what you need
To thrive
Oft repeated question
now erased
Answer to that look
upon your face
Gaze of ruminations
awe and wonder
In the presence
of a lover
never replaced
As time is short
No kid could live
In a candy store
So sweet revival
Of my soul
Happens in a week
Unmeditated
Two minds collide
Barely sleep
Smile and stories
To be shared
Tea and toes
Limbs entwined
In brief space
Of our lives
Delving into
Love from afar
Greeting new day
Goodbyes harder
To say with words
There's a time not so long ago
It still plays in my mind
Like the little girl who giggled
Hung her monkey arms around
Your neck and made you laugh and smile so much
Across the crowded venue
Now the size of an adult
She sits squarely at me and stares
Just like my girl does
I stared back too
Masks up to our eyes
What does she want to know?
A silent reply
Yes, I love her too
Moments like these can be found on the brink of never after
They live on as an image that can never be erased
Come what may
Feathery down on tender leaf
Bare skin of trunk
Velvet grass under feet
Grazed by lush grey coat
Pressed gently in hand
Distinctive scent arose
Sensory pleasure all around
Evokes a smile of fondness
Desire to know once for all
Mysteries under its surface
Flourishing
Open space growing
Cut down
New life showing
Forgive oneself
For not knowing
There you are again
In front of me
Realise how real you are
Not a figment of wild
Imagination
In few sweet hours
I am left with
Nothing but an image
In my mind
How sweet grapes
Turn into wine
Over years maturing
Once tasted we are left
With nothing but
A feeling
I still wear on forehead
In crinkles between eyes
Bridge of my nose
Nervous upturned smile
Sips of tea swallow
Traces might escape
Sweet taste of mallow
Soft between lips
Clasped hands holding
Onto myself until
The unread letter
Is revealed
Content with flow
Words in verse
Like a fire hydrant
A spring flood cascade
Filling easement
Into wild yonder
Equal to task
The raging fire
Quench its thirst
Rise quickly
New life
Count the stars of heaven 