2002. and he'll know now.
dark. stars.
whispers. they say
September's
coming soon, i know
and a year,
two, and here
we are, in
September.
your arms
a safe haven for thoughts
and then: breathe.
in. out. in. you.
your heart in my ear
and i wonder
if you can feel mine,
a child sledding
January
too fast
and can't find the end.
you ask if that was
lightning in the sky
and i think no, just
what you've done to
me, to me.
and i say, yes but
look at the stars
and i look at you
and you look at me
and when you leave
the stars
are still shining.