I saw today
that you had made something
beautiful.
And I knew what it had cost you
that beauty.
Too much, almost,
for one person
to contain.
It was only yesterday
that we wrote
of the dreary now of waiting
For the spark to break
the heavy spell.
I’m trying to see
the road to there
from here.
I said.
Let’s leave now
you replied.
We’re better there.
For Lori
October 2018