When Love Had Last Come
A free-verse love poem
I was pacing up and down
in the archives of ghost towns
to localize, in mankind’s time,
when love had last come.
I couldn’t believe
it had gone extinct, so I
started to watch out
for the rarest stars
even in the blackest skies;
maybe one of them
could shower this earth
with its forgotten light.
I was losing hope; the moon
laughed at me. I was getting ready
to sleep alone again, when you
emerged from the sheets. Oh,
love, I thought I had lost you.
Unlike what I had been told,
love wasn’t a passionate heat,
but a sweet, warm home
where the flames in its fireplace
flashed brighter than lightning
in frozen summits. And that night,
the quiet didn’t numb me; love
whispered to me all I had thought
only existed in novels and books.
© Andrée Khoury 2020. All Rights Reserved.
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