For my Anna Belle

For that which we have
and have forever
let go of
but never really
held onto

for your lips

for having extended
your ever gentle hand
to massage my cold
broken heart

to heal me
then break me

and for having drawn
from my very breath
the words that would ultimately
force us apart

and for knowing
that in all my mystery
ghostly though I
will now remain

so shall remain
that which drove
the tears of joy

my love.

my most pure
concentrated
unspoiled love

may there come
for us
a day when I
once again

riot
at your soul's door