I lost you at the crossroads, love.
You chose a path I could not follow.
Outside of our embrace now,
adrift in the in-between,
I have been forsaken.
I tread holy waters, awash in my tears.
I will not forsake me.
I will be by my side.
I will grieve,
and I will love others.
When we meet again,
it will be at the foot of the mountain.
I will bring you quince fruit.
You will bring me chocolate.
We will share stories,
explore the shapes of our hearts and minds,
recall the depths of our passion,
and we will hold each other
under the light of a full harvest moon.