Love Poem

(photo by the author)

You are my first thought
in the morning
and my last thought
at night.
How does the sun
rise without you beside me?
I am reduced to simple thoughts,
simple words,
like a child.
How many second chances
can we expect?
None.
Any we are given
are the diamonds we find
after digging
for so long
in the hard dirt
of our lives.