• I Love You.
    Those three simple words
    First came to ring through my ears
    At the start of a new day.

    I met my Love at the brisk of Dawn.
    Before the Light would creep over the horizon
    And illuminate the skies.
    There we stood,
    On that one crisp, clear morning.
    I did not know what to say,
    What to do, or how to react.

    I met my Love at the brisk of Dawn.
    Yet another day, yet another time.
    Like any other day, like every other time.

    When we met at that porch, or that bridge, or that hillside,
    I thought it would last forever,
    I thought we would be together forever,
    And I thought You would be my Light,
    The Light that would bring me Brightness and Happiness.
    The Light I needed so much that would have soothed my suffrage and pain.

    I met my Love on our last day’s sundown,
    At the birth of Twilight,
    Hours past the morning sun.
    There we stood,
    You, preparing to say our goodbyes.
    Me, sobbing uncontrollably. . .

    And now- where is my Love?
    Where did you go?
    I wander alone, helplessly
    Running in and out of the endless, black corners
    With no direction or no sense of where I’m headed toward.
    And so I am lost in my own damned misery,
    Lost in those precious times we once shared.

    Until there I see a slit of Light at the end of the road,
    A punctured hole in my blanket of darkness.

    Yes, it was an unhealed wound you tore through my heart,
    But now I know, and now I know better.
    So I stand up to peel the blackness away,
    And there I see,

    Light.

    Brightness.

    Happiness.

    At the Brisk of Dawn.


    And all my suffrage, pain and misery. . . washes away.