unjoining

you might be a world away
you could be in front of me
you are the memory that shapes
the faded ache
when I am reminded
of this unjoining

you are the beautiful hour
that passed when I was dreaming
you are the second thought
the faded image
when I look back
at this unjoining

you are the passion that’s left
when the conflict’s resolved
you are the question that’s asked
when the certainty
dissolves

you are the words that slip off the trip of my tongue
when the tangible loses sight of senses that come
and in the reflection
and the shadow of love
I thirst for your light when the darkness is done
It’s the dense fog that rests
on the uncertain heart
this knot is truly untying
I am adrift
on this unjoining

18 October 2002