There and this,

Not tragedy or bliss.

There is not space enough

For my narrative

To fill.

Our even be among my world

That is for now no less compelling.

I still cherish this

My love and my wish.

If I could take back my step,

I could then commit my hand

To hold you for evermore.

Yet in a minds eye

I can be in that other place

At another time,

And love that joy again.

I was, I am still of brittle heart

For you.

Of this I am telling now.

Christopher Thompson c 2019