Dear Miracle

Setting free the beautiful truth inside.

When I Loved You


When I Loved YouWhen I loved you, when we were strong as trees,

rooted in green, when I said yes to everything—

it was easy to love.

Your legs

sturdy as trunks, foliage thick as spring,

where has it gone, my dear?

We had our years in laughter, in plenty or little

back when we bent so easily in the wind.

We were foolish with love,

spent it down to our skin, ’till

there was nothing left to say, and

you sent me away.


Near a lifetime’s passed,

I don’t always think of it so much,

so much water and so many years come and gone,


but truth is,

I love you—yet winter’s here,

branches stripped, their leaves spent,

too much weather in limbs sweeping the ground.


Still it’s been a lifetime of loving you,

though not like when we were young.


Yet here it is—

alone or together, husband, brother, companion

and friend, in sweet and bitter,

in axe to the trunk—oh, I remember

all those springs and summers when once I loved you, when

we were young.

Author: DearMiracle

The hardest thing you will ever do is tell yourself the truth. This is about that. Vulnerability, becoming comfortable with ambiguity and answers that don't always arrive when we think they should. Living in that liminal space, a threshold of not always knowing becomes a sweet spot, a place of opening again and again.

8 thoughts on “When I Loved You

  1. When so much in our life is temporal and fleeting, this relationship is like a large tree firmly rooted in a foundation of time and experiences; its branches forming a protective canopy that shield against the winds of change.


    • So right you are. I am positive there was a decision made outside the mists of human memory, an agreement for this lifetime. Together to bring Brandee into the world, then lifelong friends more than anything else. I suspect he’s been a protective tree over my life for far longer than I could imagine. Brandee was part of the deal.


  2. Sad… But oh so real.. “It is better to have loved… “


    • Yes, a bittersweetness, but the fact remains we remains dear friends throughout life, companionable, and it has worked out in a kind of way–better friends than lovers. He thought I should publish it.


  3. So poignantly, hauntingly beautiful!


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