Do you remember how we talked?
Words slowly formed
an understanding between us—
you wouldn’t come again but
you would stay for awhile,
I wouldn’t hold you
but I would hold your spirit
wandering large, looking
for a place to land.
And I would remember you
beyond
the passing of seasons.
I would remember the words too,
the ways and means, the signatures.
We made promises
about how to do this.
This poem touches me. I can feel the spaces in-between. Breath and tears.