in solitude i remember moments
roads we cling to
before the hinges broke
on doors we swung
i stand in the revolving
trying to find myself in electricity
in the magnitude of what we become
yet i perceive you in flashes
in the way the glass taps the counter
the granite we chose in the fall of nineteen
to become is what we feel
we feel what we become
in the years we gave to time
and i commend you
in this
and in bliss
and i long for time
not because it exists
but because it was
we stand in our truth and hold still
i find you here between sprinklers
the grass grows and sometimes it burns
we carry this to bring something forth
i’m not sure if you loved
i’m not sure if you feel
i’m not sure if any of this was real
but it was to me
and if time feels real
then it is
and i equate you with what i exist inside
in time
in bliss
in heaven
and in the wind of what you call this