Tonight I can write

Tonight I can write the saddest lines

Write, per say, “To the glint that shimmered in her eyes”
Shimmered in the dark as she said goodbye

To that glint, I owe all of my love
My allegiance, my sorrow, my indomitable trust

To the bitter melancholy that became my days
Withered softly as the hours piled away

For you’re all the poetry I yearn to write
In all my days, and all my nights

And tonight, I can write the saddest lines
That I loved her, and sometimes she felt it too

To the mist that hangs over the night
Forms a dewdrop in the morning light

Trickles down on petal’s bloom
Born out of both, the warm and the cold

And when the sun strikes it just right
It shimmers like the glint in her eyes

To that glint, and things it said
I understood all and nothing in the same breath

And tonight I can write the saddest lines
That I loved her, and somedays it was enough too