Sprinkle of Pain

Nine summers ago, beneath a sky so wide,
I met a soul I’d never thought would reside
Within my heart. At first, no spark, no fire,
Just quiet warmth, a bond to admire.

You weren’t a dream spun of fantasy’s thread,
But real, alive, with truths unsaid.
Almost perfect, I dared believe,
A pedestal high, my mind deceived.

But as the days turned into years,
I saw the cracks, I tasted tears.
Your words could soothe, but also sting,
A bittersweet tune our hearts would sing.

Each moment shared, each fragile thread,
Bound us close, though pain was shed.
Yet in the ache, a beauty grew,
A love that thrived in the raw and true.

For love, I learned, is not just bliss,
Not only found in a tender kiss.
It’s patience, growth, and the wounds we tend,
The sprinkle of pain that hearts must mend.

Still, I wonder, as time moves slow,
Should we still stay or let each other go?
Are we a comfort too worn to keep,
Or roots grown strong, dug far too deep?


- JPP

16th December 2024