I carry your heart( I carry it in my heart)
—ee-cummings
As I always have.
The first time
I fell asleep
Beside you
And listened
To your breath.
I can’t bear
Being separated
From you,
Or the fate
We both share.
And although
Parts of us
Are impossible
Your being here,
Makes life
Bearable...
And living
Without you
Unacceptable.
So, with apologies
To cummings:
You can't find
The why of us
In a book
So why trouble
Your heart...
Or even bother
To look?