If tomorrow our journey ended,
if tomorrow I returned home,
I am sorry that I never told you
just how much you mean to me.
No one could hold a candle
to the light you brought to my life.
No fire could rage hotter
than the one I kept for you.
In you I could see reason,
a reason for existing here.
So if tomorrow we complete this task
and the chance lost to say goodbye,
then this poem is for you.
For the kind, gentle man I saw
beneath the coarse exterior,
for the love of my life
I shall never find again.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017