Not something in between
I look back.
Not to see where I’m coming from,
Nor to know where I’m going.
Neither to relive it nor to worship it.
I look back to know the Truth is real,
To know your body was really you,
Your hazel eyes, your brunette hair,
Your voice, your hands, your green blouse.
Our time, our sighs, our hungry kiss,
Were really, really real.
Neither dew, nor whim, nor figment,
Not something in between.
Neither dawn, nor dusk, nor ripple, nor echo,
Nor current, nor amplitude of grief.
I was real because you were real.
Truth is real and love is true
And you are both.