Our Two Ways Poem by Nick Stanton

I dreamt you called out for me.
You were hunting me down like
once I hunted you in that
fearful turmoil that love laid down for us.
Still haunted in my soul
by what we created; and yet
I never knew such goodness in the world.
Never knew such goodness could create
these strangers looking for a beginning
they knew existed.
Strangers locked in a cold house,
Feeling the sorrow that grips the future
Fingering our hearts in the dark
Reminding us of what we lost
and how we lost it.
Reminding us of nights and days,
Those spiteful choices and our two ways.
Unheard in some futile lateness,
We will call out for each other-
Triggered by a mournful, fleeting spirit
Stabbing our memories.
Reminding us of what dies and stays
And what we sacrificed
for our two ways.