Life With Horace

poetry & essays

Tipping Point


Not the moment
you came down the stairs
that first night and
I recognized the future

Not the sight of you
after a year apart
walking out of the airport fog
with love on your lips

Not the joy of raising children
our hands clasped hard
to speak love in silence
our shield against their fledging

Not the words
that turned time finite
and wanting to leave I stayed
knowing you would have

The love that whispered
its long goodbye, until
I found you one cold morning
and knew your heart
had left without me

It was this

For Mike

Author: Life With Horace

Poetry & Essays

4 thoughts on “Tipping Point

  1. Beautiful writing 💜


  2. tears flow. he left me one warm sunny day without permission, and i didn’t even know to say good-bye. yes, he’s here and yes, he’s dead. crass young doctor. he too will learn about loss sometime. good-bye my heart


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