(the paradox)

(the paradox)

there was no stench as sweet
as your happy panting breath
no specks of dirt as decorative
as your tracks throughout the house
no cunning as convincing
as your pleading eyes at suppertime

oh, what I would give
to have it all again

but because there is no hole as full
as my punctured heart
no hurting as harmonious
as my grieving cries
no feeling as unfleeting
as my love for you

and because there will never be
a goodbye as welcome
as our very first hello

oh, what I will always have
because of all you gave to me

@paige.thepoet