sometimes
I’m remembered
to places once I fell
and arms that reached around me
in the dark

whispers of forgiveness
settle me tonight
clover grows
in meadows never seen

leaving
never meant to last
still I’ve kept the best –
verses (twenty more
and there your name)

passages decided
by the turning of a page
chapters never written
even now the stars
defend

to know the way
we came before –
would hold forever safe
softened by the telling
and tempted not
by fate

. . .