Feminism (detail) by Regina Coupar

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.