by Adam Sifre
(edited 12/18/16)
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 in this unknown place,
Lost and found in each other
here, beyond the words.
Somewhere above
Love.
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A poem.
Especially like the closing stanza - phrasing and form. *
I thought about Sam's comment for a few years and decided to delete the two stanzas that originally led up to what is seen here. Sam is right. This is the poem's money shot.