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.