Not Today

Today, I will not speak of love,
even if it is the poet's greatest treasure,
I will not recall those nights
of longing or dread;
I will not describe your hands, nor
those complicit hazel eyes,
that searched in me...for certainty.

Today I will not speak of those days of hope
when I waited for your footsteps beyond the door,
nor of futures imagined,
nor of tender words that blossomed
into poetry or any touch bestowed.

Today I will not remember your arms
that held my body safe
against my endless terrors.
Today I'm not going to speak of love,
its rhyme.
It took long enough!