Never Enough

I loved the way we spoke, without words. Torrents of understanding were set off, though touch was never enough. Through you, I found the things I’d lost, you fetched me back from my rust and residue. How we flew on that cusp, wing over wing. It was never enough, we had to make do, to share with the others, the needers, who took from us. So close, those little moments, stolen for you and for me. I absorbed you into my void, colorless world, I overflowed. Whereas you disappeared, you flew away from temptation, you buried this proof that love is so real, we both knew it too. What shall I do with these precious fragments of you, our half-finished puzzle, belonging in part to you but also to me? My grateful heart will just linger and wait in these never enough moments with you.