Christikon, Boulder River Valley, Montana

For years you fixed me

Made me whole.

I left you a renewed songbird,

Serenading,

Singing your praises.

There’s a hole in my heart.

I ache for more time

To surround myself with your beauty

And the love of the people

You draw.

Home.

For years I returned to you

Empty, treasuring my cup

That I might leave with it newly filled,

Overflowing.

I nearly forgot to pack my cup,

Almost left it lying on the floor

Under piles of my present life.

I go to you to know again

What I once knew like my name,

Inherently.

The magic is lost.

I thought you would fill my cup.

Instead, you broke it.

You broke me.

It hurts.

Life together was a gift,

A temporary joy

Like a daisy or a shooting star.

It took me too long to realize

My soul may belong to you,

But my whole life does not.

© Alyssa Small