I recall fondly a paraphrase of her meaningful words:
“When you love someone, what you do, you do for two.”
These are the days of wine and roses, as has been said
Thus began a time in my love life remarkable yet true.
We shared a deepened connection that pivotal and revealing night,
That tall woman with the doleful eyes I could really be proud of.
Twenty-one grams are literally lost as the soul departs a body,
Or gained from an enchanted hummingbird symbolizing love.
A delicate and spry creature flutters about my longing soul!
When absurdity or pain has me hanging by the end of my rope,
Or this world presses me cruelly toward isolation or apathy,
I find solace, and smile – for this little bird rekindles my hope.
“They say we all lose 21 grams at the time of our death.”
The hummingbird-sized addition to my heart has flown away.
I see the bird on walks through quiet streets under a cloudy sky.
Amy was with me for a time, but alas, she wouldn’t stay.
To open up to togetherness is a calculated risk.
Holidays are more joyous and you often feel full;
The laughter and the companionship are a boon.
Songs strike your heart as crucially meaningful.
“That doesn’t mean you don’t try,” she said.
I recall the dark theater, when I turned to her through tears,
And earnestly confided that she was firmly in my heart.
I imagined she was it for me, to last through the years.
I knew that the risk was marked, and my number was called;
I experienced 21 grams lost by my heart to fickle fate.
My tearful eyes and grave countenance mark my loss.
Amy couldn’t open up to us, and I could no longer wait.
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“This Little Bird Rekindles My Hope” © Jason Merchey 2003-2018