This Love

I know this love Like the back of my hand Although I did not expect the hand I was dealt It is my most familiar joy The sketched out picture of Your morning mouth Your gentle eyes Your stretched out eccentricities All still here In the thickets of thoughts Tangled in yesterdays, todays And tomorrows The midnight moonlit field Grows less green, as it should, this summer The summer we swore would be ours Ours alone, against all odds And now, how odd to be stayed here, alone, Too long in the shadow of the day you left Ironically I must watch countless jets Their flight paths, hauntingly, above MY house Our house, this place, our space, Ghost riding airspace... I wonder which lover leaves the other Each and every time I hear the engines And see the clouds swallow the fleeing planes But I know this love Like the back of my hand And a hand I'd gladly give back, To you... If there were tides and chances that changed To draw the currents back in our direction I know this love And I know you know it, too... Undeniable in it's entirety It remains entirely yours This love, that I know Like the back of my hand