I am far beyond gone now.
There is nothing here that speaks to me.
Us, and perhaps our future.
Rootless. Futureless.
Old ties broken long ago and now it is only you and my daughter.
But children are not ours. We have them on loan for a while. Then they go and find thir own way.
So I guess that makes it just you and me.
You are myself times thousand
My reality
My deepest dream
The part of me that is not tired
I stopped believing that you could exist
Until one day I came into your life like a ghost
And all the good luck in the world
Would have never been enough just to find you
And have me rooted to this earth by your warm skin and your smell
If I could make you into a sandwich and tea
And have you any given afternoon
In the cool darkness of our room...
May those moments be eternal
Like nothing else ever existed.
