There you go!

How could I have known
when I walked into this place,
that the gorgeous person leaving
would become my honest living?

How could I perceive
in the milky cosmos of your face
that your lips and teeth could rip
my hopelessness into pieces?

How could I have guessed
that we were engineered for this,
this incision, our slow collision,
unalterable by indecision?

Here I leave all words behind.
They were useful, I loved them to bits.
Three words remain, your signature, melting snow, 
beckoning, lifting even as life wilts: there you go!