Missing Pieces

Once I felt that love was beyond my door.
That it had knocked once and I'd chosen to ignore.
It rapped on in my mind an entanglement of pining,
and yet back then it was never mine.

Strange the movement of time staggering through the years without the only arms that ever warmed.
It was cold…
 it wasn't winter ….
And I was not Storm.
Rivers collected lies,
the rain fell inconsolable from these dead blue eyes.

I tried to cloak my heart with flames …. to force oneself to burn.
I must have thought in my incoherency that love was supposed to hurt.
The only love I'd ever known had cut me, left me scorned.

Misunderstanding can change the twist of fate,
leave us to our pieces.
The past can revisit
bring with it the ailment.

As I watch on tonight at the love I thought was lost in memory sleeping,
I know the place I am is where I find my missing pieces….

Never leaving.

I'll love you till the day I stop breathing.