The Man

At the door
I touched

To be sure
Substance
followed
Promise

It did.

If
That had been All
The Only
The Once

Would I still tremble
As I do
At the unexpected pluck of a chord
ringing deep as the memory of your
Voice.

If
That had been Never
The Maybe
The MightHaveBeen

Would I still weep
As I do
At the sudden brush of a breeze
wafting warm as the breath of your
Touch.

If
If
If

Wherever you are
However you are
Whoever you are
Now
Know this…

Days pass… nights follow… and you are with me still… and I with you.
It’s who we are
and have been
Always.