in every lifetime, i have found them again,
in case i have the opportunity to show you,
in my hands outstretched,
i remember. i still
carry the memory for us until i might carry
the trinkets,
then your fingers interlaced in mine,
if you have forgotten:
i will remind you.
cast like a pair of dice, you and i.
set to be snake eyes staring
at those who seek to defy our choices.
the air like orange blossoms this morning
and i think i will write you
a poem. on the wall.
maybe in a thousand years,
someone will see it and wonder how
they loved so wildly.
and once again, i will find some small animals
cast in brass. because gold is now precious.
and we were real.
โดฒ.