After you were gone

My heart fell apart

A jigsaw without structure 

A mess of lonely parts

 

I think you took me with you

My breath, my life, my soul 

For all that remained 

Was this deep & vacant hole

 

One day I fell into its depths 

Without thought of return

Crumbling to a waste of ash

In my own neglected urn

 

But, I awoke blinking 

At the sun's golden hue

Thinking, how I'd lose the memories 

Of times I'd spent with you

 

For they're as precious as the flowers

That were my bed when I awoke

I think, that day,  I also  bloomed 

With a brand-new sense of hope

 

Years later, I was wandering 

Like Wordsworth's lonely cloud

Watching faces, & empty spaces 

Within the passing crowd 

 

And all the broken hearts

Were floating in the air

Whispering of the cross

They no longer  had to bear 

 

Now, free to drift along

without want or despair

Serendipitous little balloons

Of  hope, love, & repair

 

Then one drifted down

Like gentle summer rain 

"Have we met before?" She said

And, so, 

my life began again