long time ago/not so long

 

I could love you, wholly, truly,

All these things of love would make sense.

I’ve made something out of what is not,

Putting aside doubt and discontent,

For what could be.

 

What could be is beautiful

And we’re halfway there.

You are the ending of a book,

Terrible and sad throughout its pages,

But just enough hope that it will end

In light and flowers and strength.

 

Strength.

You have more than you think.

Strength and love overflowing your banks.

There’s a river between.

I thought we could both jump in,

Meet where the current takes us.