it was winter when we met

 

and summer when you left

 

maybe there’s some irony in that,

 

but i haven’t found it yet.

 

as soon as our eyes met,

 

it was nowhere but up from there.

 

they say what goes up must come down,

 

the rain lays heavy in the air.

 

the flicker before a tear escapes.

 

your breath lives in me now.

 

in Him

 

in us.

 

the tides stole you back.

 

back to your true home.

 

and the green waves that swirled round your irises,

 

now break on the banks of my cheeks

 

leaving my face green with envy

 

of the God who gets to stare into your eyes

 

for the rest of eternity.

 

I am changed.