Treasure
There is no fault,
there is no blame.
How could you know that,
by my own choice,
I stood where your words,
all innocent of malice,
would so often
pierce me like knives...
how often I bled so profusely in the
silence of my
too desperate need for you?
Though safe now from unwitting wounds
your bright presence also
no longer fills my days.
You are forever etched into my heart,
and I grieve that there
may be no other place
where we might meet again.
--
April 14, 2000