Ever since you have left
I have had to reconstruct
the story of a river
from fine, fertile alluvium.
A river i'd thought wouldn't end,
keep providing meaning, energy
fertility and flow.
Dried up.
I'm having to put myself in context of
our history.
To other people.
You are the one golden thread
that explains my existence, my experience
that core which runs through my being
that is all you have now become
from a person of breath and flesh.
You now live in the history
that i am responsible for reconstructing.
Brick by brick
you are now legend
and our life together is only
footprints in wet cement
permanence in
my lonely heart.
I have had to reconstruct
the story of a river
from fine, fertile alluvium.
A river i'd thought wouldn't end,
keep providing meaning, energy
fertility and flow.
Dried up.
I'm having to put myself in context of
our history.
To other people.
You are the one golden thread
that explains my existence, my experience
that core which runs through my being
that is all you have now become
from a person of breath and flesh.
You now live in the history
that i am responsible for reconstructing.
Brick by brick
you are now legend
and our life together is only
footprints in wet cement
permanence in
my lonely heart.