I wasn’t thinking of you
Particularly
The sun reminded me
While ending a cold winter day
Steeped in twilight
I remembered you called this
Our moment
That uncanny minute when
Word is obliviated from beings
When silence and shadows
Walk the aisle
Towards a transient union
The minute which I called Death
The minute which you called love.
Today I still found that moment eerie
Silence and shadows seemed
To dance to sinuous death
The gloom, unlightened by your breath
Seemed to separate me from life.
The minute passed but
I waited for the sun to die again
Now you call the minute death
I’ll know it by no name but love
Now.