could ever I imagine
another such as this –
dates no longer written
to a memory
of verse

parting ways
within the space
of one more time
remembered –
where I was
when first I heard
your name

seems a while
tho sometimes more
than numbers to recounting
steps along the way
I might relearn

prepared for you
to letting go
where traces there are none
– graces held together
by my love

. . .