Photo credit: Jeremy Bishop

I never knew I was not loved,

Until you break me– in your pain,

This became our great love story:

I never knew I was love,

Until you left and the road felt long,

and so empty:

Then I knew how much your love,

Meant to me, even when there were,

At times interference, disturbances:

—in your absence, you woke me up,

Taught, remind me, to breathe,

A little more nicely, calmer,

Love a little more gently,

which does not come easily;

As the dancing rain, flow so sweetly.

Empress Journee