I am still not certain
how I ended up here
on the other side of silence
where words go to slowly die.
It was to be forever
until severed cruelly by death
but neither of us died
in manifest ways, just
small deaths that over time
severed the bonds that still held,
a death-borne parting of sorts.
It was never a mistake
or an omission of logic, but
perhaps it was an illusion arising
from the emotional myopia of youth.
But my aging, failing eyes
now see clearly what never was
present then, what I am
deeply immersed in now,
the new bonds of love and
compassion forged by time,
woven deeply into our hearts.