OUR LEGACY OF LOVE

In one enormous moment,
in the muted transparency
of predestination,
the perennial friendship
that lived
in the summer
of my heart,
disappeared
like daydreams in twilight.

The magnitude
of this vacancy,
of living for even a minute
without the sound
of your voice
or the radiance
of your smile,
touches me
beyond words and comprehension
and begs one simple
philosophical question:
Would I still be me
without you?

But truth be told,
our souls
are tied together.
Our legacy of love
is beyond dissolution
and the shapelessness
of extinction.

Heartfelt love traverses
the clenched sadness and emptiness
of a permanent void,
by-passing
the endless corridor
of unfulfilled dreams.

Even in the half-light
of darkness,
you live on my skin
and in the marrow
of my bones,
in my mouth and lips,
that taste of wine
and first and last kisses,
and in my hair,
that was impenetrable
to anything
except your soothing fingers.

Even my footsteps,
which sustain our journey,
are compelled
to wander through
an upside-down world
in the fullness
of the moment.

That's how it is
for us.
When we are written
off the page,
we will surely
be written off...
together.

© JOHN PISCATELLA