This may be taken from me.
You may be taken from me.
By time and circumstance,
The swirling irony of fate and choice.
You have so entered my heart,
Like the flow of blood and oxygen
Without fanfare or prerequisite,
Natural as breath and light
But, like air and water, blood and faith
Subject to vagaries,
The Brownian motion of particles
That come complete
With half a century or more
Of history and directions picked
without regard for who we’d be in these eyes,
in this moment.
This may never have been mine
As life is never really owned,
But lived, watching the horizon
Bear down on us
Even as we come together
And swear on butterfly kisses
To be true.
© J BARRETT WOLF