We often run out of things to love
but we more often run out of ways
to love those things once we find one of
I would never fall dark to
love your intoxicating laughter.
I would never let go the
voices in your silences.
I would never deny appreciation to the
way you slung my heart to the sun.
I would never deny how you
brighten my candle dim-lit writings.
I would never let you delight
the struggle that my poems smuggle.
I would never forget how you
kept alive this light in me.
I would never let call off
the shadow you gave to my light.
For I would only say to you
that the sweetest of the love
comes with the deepest of the cravings
but with the most bitter stings.