The love I had for you
I did not know where to let it rest
Either to release
Or hold close
until the sun is but a fire
A bonfire, a flame
A flame, then smothered
Ashes left of what glowed
deep inside of me.
Instead
I carved a hole into a cedar
With my lips pressed against
the bark.
Whispered songs of my love
Praying it’d keep them
As I could not hold onto
the glowing coals
any longer.
As the old love lied dormant
In the cedar’s belly
I heard only echos
of my sweet love for you
Which became
whispers and whispers,
near silence.
Yet, sometimes
even now,
I still listen.
