by Adam Sifre
This is what you taught me — what you taught me with your absence and your touch:
Love was a false summit; a ledge from which we leapt;
A reckless jump, your hand in mine, neither leading.
I admit, for a time I did not understand, I cried.
I mourned for leaving love, the denied child.
A poet without words, ignorant and blind.
But, we did not fall from love's ledge,
We landed is this unknown place,
Lost and found in each other
here, beyond the words.