A Life Void of You

Ages of our past laid out,

will show a poem of,

how in my mind you hold a spot,

even one hour less your love.

Solo: a rare word for us,

and ever sure we'd join at dusk,

my feet took me from view

on a walk, void of you.

My "yes" to go was full of pain.

You were not able to join.

And I with no you?

A one-side coin.

What I did not know

was that this walk

was a sign to show

me of our need to talk.

You see?

Til this day, my goal

had been,

to spin the web of my soul

into the web you live.

Ever with, not ever on my own,

my time with the land

was a day that did show:

I have to cut off my hand.

You see?

My palm fits so well

in your grip,

I will not have fell,

even when I trip.

You are mine, my rock,

my roll, my moon.

My love it is your song,

that I can sing in tune.

You see? You ask?

The song of me?

Is a song I’ve yet to hear,

but I know I can,

if I do not stay here.

You see?

It was hurt and fear

to hike with you not near.

I live for you and not for me

and now this I can see.

My soul on a walk with Gaia

and her gift to give

let out a cry,

a plea for me to live.

I have to make my own beam,

and til I do,

I can’t mean

it when I say: I love you.

My Love, you see?

I do not know love of me,

or how to care for who I am,

and with you, I can be

only the wife of a man.

If I do not go,

we both now know,

with you my time

will not be only mine.

I’d do what, when,

any day for you,

but the days of life grow thin,

and one must now be two.

I know we work,

and ever we will,

even in hurt,

it is from you that I can fill.

So, for now, this one-side coin

will try out “how” on her own,

in wait for you to join,

her down the road

void of you.