Silver Lining

You call me perfection.
A silver lining.
Holding me balanced over the years
and the distance.
You told me to dance in the sand to your memory
and called me your moon.
Pulling me deeper to a past
I’d lovingly placed in mason jars.
Seven hundred suns have set and still
you call me your soulmate.
The one you haven’t met.
The mystical and magical
piece of you.
You call me love.
Held me as I dismantled my world
and watched
as I achingly pieced myself
back together.
You are here
again.
As the winds shift once more
and the leaves tell me
an unexpected end.
I am
many things.
And you, in so many of my dark days
have been my steady
silver lining.