Things that are

and things that aren’t

define me,


things won and lost

promises made and  broken,

words said and unsaid,

and memories and forgetfulness,


the noise and the silence

and shadows of night and morning brightness

forest and field

mountain and vale

and all the paths between

either trodden or untrod


the things

that I am

and might have been

but am not,


those things we gave

and took back.



a kiss,

a touch,

a smile


a kind word


a thought,

kind or not,


your body beside me

and the gap


where hers might have been


for all things

bring their opposites.