There

Here I could have written words that would have broke your heart

There I just did...maybe

Was your heart broken in the first place?

Did you mend it with a million sunrises and sunsets?

Was it ever enough? All the things you owned?

What would you give to them again?

If you could?

Did you say the right words?

Are you loved and did you love them?

Are you sorry you hated?

Are you scared of the end or welcome it?

In the minute past and the minute before have you changed?

The words I write here or there are just words

But they're not are they?

Words have power, like the heat of a fire on your hand

Like like the taste of blood on your tongue

Like the pain ending finally with sweet relief

Loving the world and all that's in it was not for the likes of you and me

It was for God's, Angels and prophets on a cross

The words I write here.

The words I write there