When we were we

When we were we,
and I was sweet and you were dear,
You held me real,
“My Love!” came buoying
from our simplest shining,
to have each other back again,
we the same and found
and to be tight and here and very,
to have the greatness of your hand
making promises so plain,
making each other okay.

You got me
like a joy that was too big for you to hold,
so you could only give it back.
It was hard to say what it was
except that it was
something wonderful.

(This is from when I saw Cliffy on February 8th and this is the poem that made my softness known and told myself it back again. That day was so beautiful).