Spring Tides

They're still there where we left them, the boy and the girl long forgotten, where we lost them. Living their lives in each other's bodies. Five years later and I think they wonder who we are, watching them from aside. That's me and that's you, had o

I know her now, through the words in the poems the sentences have made. I know her twenty years will last a lot longer. Maybe she'll catch me if I let her. An end to this fall. I know her now. I know she will last the concrete and glass, the ceiling

I'll see you somewhere along the river, as this hiatus ends and summer turns to fall. If you bring your words I'll bring pen and paper. It's been a lot of time and a lot of ache between the days that we've shared. But none that matters now, we've got