never knew it would
hurt as much as when she said
that she missed him too

knew at the time; left
something wonderful behind
-my Winter Solstice
began; deserved yet doleful
when will this darkness abate?

sometimes I worry
you will never come back if
ever were you here

a seed of magic
planted, watered; I waited
bathed it in sunlight
yet nothing breaks the surface
grows not by my love alone

nocturnal numbing
orphaned by time and nature
waiting for my Spring

not broken, shattered
death to preciousness inside
cannot be repaired

the whippoorwill calls
nights spent at Takahanga
childhood's July