I think there was a time when I
didn’t know you.
Where I spent my days routinely,
setting a timer for every passing minute.
Where I choked beneath all those other stalks
fighting for sunlight, oxygen;
withering & I didn’t care.
I think there was a time when your bright face
didn’t greet me every morning
before the sun;
soft, warm & embracing,
arms encircling & fingertips
brushing
my thigh,
like water sliding smooth
over the delicious edge of the waterfall.
I think there was a time
when I didn’t put flowers in vases.
A time all logic surpasses,
when I hadn’t listened to your voice yet,
but would recognise it like strong
birdsong
calling to me.
I think there was a time
when the contours of your body
were still unknown to me.
When your joyous & loud,
wine-drunk laugh hadn’t yet sounded
in my candle-lit living room;
just echoes out of range,
but becoming closer.
When you hadn’t left any poems on my fridge.
When all that’s between us, that bridge
hadn’t yet been built in a blink
I think
there was a time.
I think...