It had been awhile since we had seen each other last.
It had been since before I saw my Father pass.
A man that too was once your husband,
all these memories so close, now gone so sudden.
But this was no time for sadness or sorrow,
this was a time of love and union and tomorrow.
Just as there is a time for sunsets and mourning,
there too is a time for celebration and dawning.
Before I had come, I thought of one thing-
what I wanted to take away, and what I wanted to bring.
In all the years since I had finally become a man,
I had yet to dance with the woman who was there since it all began.
And in a rare moment only perhaps a full moon could create,
I grabbed your hand to dance and we walked to our date.
We laughed, and we cried, and we gazed as we swayed,
taken up by the moment and those real things that don’t fade.
I swear you saw him for a moment when you looked in my eyes,
and a part of you smiled and lit up the skies.
I watched as I saw something magical unfold,
on the beaches of your pain, a grain of sand turned to gold.
I know buried deep there is a sadness inside you,
where you blame yourself for things you did and didn’t do.
Perhaps it’s a story I am now telling myself,
that I helped for an instance heal a wound back to health.
Or maybe it was his way of saying from the other side,
he’s sorry he hurt you, and he knows how you tried.
All in one moment, I got and I gave,
what I had wanted to bring back, and take away.