POEM - I Give You Back

I give you back but not on my own.
I give you back with red rubbed eyes and denying,
With somber questions about what “Good” is,
And this rabid sort of crying.

I give you back as hard as graphite,
I give you back with a splintered faith,
With grizzled love, and blind trust that levitates
Like the glow of your sleeping face.

I give you back from my darkest place.
Back to the Night, my life placed into that dreamless hole,
Though pale yellow starlight offers me nothing
In return when you leave and we reverse roles.

I give you back, here and now, in the spring of love divine
With one more heavy heart than when you first arrived: mine.