Someday

I know that someday—
One day—
A great sorrow will leave my heart cracked.
And I know that someday—
One day—
The shattering blow will be our last goodbye.

But I also know that it will never be
the same bitter emptiness
of knowing that everything
was a lie.

I know that you could never leave me feeling empty.
I know you would never ask so much of me that I had nothing left.
You would not accept everything even if I tried to give it to you.
You would feed it back to me— gently, my love—
Piece by piece.

I know that someday—
One day—
I will fall into that pit of despair.
And I know that someday—
One day—
The darkness will be the absence of your light.

But I also know that it will never be
your laughter that echoes
to the bottom of my core
to mock my fall.

I know that you could never ask me to fall.
I know you would never demand my trust and watch me fall
back first into the abyss.
You would hold me,
And guide me— gently, my love—
The whole way down.