How Brave We Are To Love

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