Where do I put you now, dear?
Where do we go from here?
We’ve known each other so long, my sweet
But always with farewell, I fear
We’ve laughed the laughter of poets
And we’ve strung an ocean of tears
Over the lintels of one a.m.
We’ve rent the night with thought-years
Where do I put echoed pleasure?
Or pain too precious to heal?
Where does one keep the treasure of grief
Rendered where time-tokens keel?
Where do I put you, darling
We need an eternal home
Ah yes, I have found the answer
I’ll keep you forever in poem
© Janet Martin