You’re different, I said.
What do you mean by that,
my soul answered.
I still love you.
Isn’t that the important thing?

Your love is different, I said.
More precious now than ever.

My soul was silent for awhile.
It lay dreaming in the orchards
of our new life
and loved to dream
as well as I do.

Just let it rest, I thought,
and hold it dear.