When I lost you I didn’t think
there was any way I could be found again
as if the concept of found itself was lost
abolished, scattered to the four directions
until they discovered the fifth dimension
which itself was promptly lost in a puff of logic.
It’s not that there was no day or night
but the gloaming felt more or less like homecoming
like winter would at last last forever for starters
and the trees gathered bare as twigs for the fire.
When I lost you I knew I would never see you again.
And now that I haven’t, and you’re here
we can pick up right where we once left off
which was I suppose like counting the minutes
until they counted for nought, for love
for now that I have found you I won’t ever let you go.