seven years gone
our northern star
galaxies of exuberance
our love never ends
dancing, dancing with abandon
like a pixie
dream baby dream
of new zealand
a spark, an intention
in intercontinental letters
a promise, a future
cut short
stories of dresses and skirts
asymmetrical coats
in your patio
filled with tulips
overlooking the river
late at night, or was it dawn?
you too had a patio
and you both
the brightest of us
with that smile,
yours and hers
of joy and wonder
she was pure in heart and soul
you were mischievous
and a tease
wild too you both
35 minus 7 is 28
too long, too close
h broke the news
she brought them
scribbled from afar
no, it cannot be
why? there is no why
i bite my pillow
someone wrote
on my notebook
nothing matters
in the face of death
but it does, doesn’t it?
your drums, muffled
her heart, not beating
alive in us
the message board reads
“they are dead” but,
by now, you have met
and i bet, like each other
