"Tis I That Would be Gone"

You've been gone a year and more, I scarce can take it in,

The very life and breath of me is gone, like yesterday. 

For your heart endwelled in mine, as though we were one,

That you be gone and I remain was not for me to say.

For if I chose which one to part and leave the o'her behind

'Tis I that would be gone, and you would write the rhyme.

A sweeter heart ne'er roamed than yours, of this I'm very sure

A better choice to stay was you, and the parting should've been mine.

But not for us to choose our paths and dictate what will be

We are the clay in the potters hands and must just wait to see

Whether our vessel be pure and fine, or flawed and easily broken,

What the Master has designed, will be revealed  to thee.

For life is brief, and though we would extend it for more time,

It's not our choice to make, but ours to take, and live it as we find,

For if I chose which one to part and leave the o'her behind

'Tis I that would be gone, and you would write the rhyme.

In Ghirardelli park in San Francisco Bay