I know there was a time

I lived

without your love

but did the morning air

taste so cold?

Did the coffee

so black with bitterness

linger involuntarily on my lips?

Did the sun always shine so strong,

sparkling jewel-drops

against the gray metal hood?

Was I always able

to hear the spider

walk across it’s web?

Was the silk noose

‘round my neck

always this tight?

I know there was a time

when I lived

without your love

but I can't remember it.

special thanks to Honey and Alessia on this one. Both are wonderfully constant sounding boards and helpers, and Honey especially helped me work through this particular piece while Alessia gave me the support I have become spoiled by...