-- My Love Unspoken --

John Herlihy

My love will never be spoken in words;

But rather takes flight amid the flutter of birds.

It’s Friday morning and the sun streams in;

Another day has arrived, on my face a grin.

Not another day, but the day of departure;

With me all bundled up like a tightened suture.

Give me a destination and I am ready to go;

Any destination will do, even a place I don’t know.

As I take my leave, our love goes with me;

You will be there with me in whatever I see.

Your absence is presence, your minutes my time,

Our hearts filled with emotions that feel sublime.

Farewell can never be farewell whenever I go;

You are there within me as I greet you, hello.

-- Her Love Spoken --

John Herlihy

Who ever knew such sorrow could feel like bliss?

Deep emotions of love I would otherwise miss.

It’s Thursday evening and moonlight streams in;

Another day has departed, my head swirls in a spin.

Not just another day, but his day of departure.

I feel all bundled up into the knots of a suture.

When he takes his leave, I am not sure where to go.

With him suddenly gone, I am not sure what I know.

With him finally gone, I begin to realize what I see.

That he is there with me, wherever he may be.

His absence is but presence, his minutes our time.

Our hearts filled with emotion that just feel sublime.

Farewell but a chance for my deep love to be spoken.

My heart now filled to the brim never to be broken.

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(c) John Herlihy 20 December 2019