Two twenty two, a Christmas Saga

We stood as two boxers would

throwing left hooks at the name of love.

Each looking on the face of the other

sensing our futility.

Driving the force of home and family

from our harbours, we, both, stood alone.

Dark and cold filled our places

where once stood the warmth of happiness.

Flowing in night, we were armed.

Two deer, chased by wolves.

You and 1 cried as lovers do

when the pain comes from separation.

Still, seeing our hurt

we moved to places on the edge of each,

touching souls at two twenty two.

We defined mutual positions.

You, saying confusion, me, never knowing.

Slaying egos, thinking of you as mortar.

We, holding each other in tears

through fear of commitments,

us touching, in warm embraces.

I’ll always remember

putting plans back.

We hoped, moving arms length

back towards center.

Now, facing time

hope will always exist.

Our lives may merge again.

While now,

nights silence, remembering.

Stillness. Tomorrows.

Apart from you.

I'll always love you. Alexis and I were no more.