How brave you must be, then, to not ever know
The eyes of someone with whom you could fully let go
Before they slithered away and found another to hold
And still sleep with tableau dreams full of hope
Falling in love, always with a mirror hidden by smoke
Concealing an oddly familiar dark and empty hole
Where the one you cherished left you, vulnerable and cold
To enjoy company elsewhere, while you suffered alone
How brave, then, to catechize
Lessons of growth
Out of the many sutures
You’ve collected and sewn
Still open to letting go
Until one day you find
A love of your own
One which feels
Just like home
