Love runs deep

&  hidden:

our love

volcanic

erupting

molten

created & destroyed

worlds.

Love runs deep

unspoken for years;

am I dead to you

dead to you?

Do you only appear

in dreams to make me

cry?

Goodbye

a short word

that never says

enough.

We never said

enough,

when was

the last time

I held you?

Love runs deep

a cavern

where the river

never sleeps:

it washes away

the dross of years

rips the blindfold

of other lives

& am I dead to you

dead to you?

Love runs deep

& hidden

you’d say I was

untrue,

I’d call you traitor

to the muse

that haunts me:

whatever’s said & done

or left to do

love hasn’t disappeared

& in my dreams

I miss you.

Poetry