she loves the places others forget
and the people who tend them
she cherishes the ways we’ve left behind
and makes time to remember them
lift the edge of your dress
when you step off the train
wander back
bare feet in the field
and hands in the earth
the breeze will carry your worry
the creek will clean your soul
life is here
in the real
hands held
eyes locked
time stopped
i was thinking this morning
that you should probably know
i will always do the work
to be yours
you’re the place i want to be
and the journey i want to take
i am caught in the drift
one life here
another fleeting
open the sky, stream in
wake the soul
still dreaming
i saw the young us
sitting on the porch
the evening light
stretching long across the lawn
landed softly on your skin
we took a breath
the air thick with a mid-summer weight
rising only for the inhale
then resting low in our lungs
i saw you
with the question in your eyes
trying so hard
to know what was on my mind
which made me laugh
because it’s only ever you
i saw myself
reaching back to my early days
when i believed i was a better man
my heart leaning forward
to catch every word
every emotion
unable to take my eyes away
unwilling to imagine the world without you
those younger us’s
are creeping back in
and i will welcome them
a little wiser
more aware
full of understanding
for the older us
the realistic dreamers
in the river, ready
for the current
it’s all the years
i lived without you
that make these few
so perfect
the feel of your writs
underneath my fingertips
always gives me chills