do you remember me
a lily
tall beneath the pines
the scent of easter sundays
long ago
a push where you
were not so used to being
lest I stay –
a path beyond the only place
we know

do you remember
how you loved me –
how i love you still
despite the tides
the rise of ancient winds
do you remember
how it was
with nothing to compare
lifetimes gone –
and I am there
again

a place apart
where living stalled
eternity
a sigh
I found you
as you found me –
as breath
beneath the pines

. . .