Only We Know

A wild river
Anxious with longing
always awake,
lonely without you

Just can hug my knees.

Occasionally, I want to visit.
At your halfway house,
but you’re just silent
staring at me wrapped in longing

under the teak tree, behind the gravestone.
I felt hope,
for your life back then.

“Love us all the time,
in hugs and tears
that only we know.”