After you were gone
My heart fell apart
A jigsaw without structure
A mess of lonely parts
I think you took me with you
My breath, my life, my soul
For, all that remained
Was this deep & vacant hole
One day I fell into its depths
Without thought of return
Crumbling to a waste of ash
In my own neglected urn
Suddenly, blinking, I awoke
Beneath the sun’s golden hue
Thinking, how I’d lose the memories
Of times I’d spent with you
For, they’re as precious as the flowers
That were my bed when I awoke
I think, that day, I also bloomed
With a brand-new sense of hope
Years later, I was wandering
Like Wordsworth’s lonely cloud
Watching faces, & empty spaces
Within the passing crowd
There was contemplation, & fascination
And dreams of what could be
There was true stagnation, & liberation
For all the world to see
And all the healing hearts
Were floating in the air
Whispering of the cross
They no longer had to bear
Now, free to drift along
without want or despair
Serendipitous little balloons
Of hope, love, & repair
Then, one floated down
Like a gentle summer rain
“Have we met before?” She said
And, so my life began again…
