in every lifetime, i have found them again,

in case i have the opportunity to show you,

in my hands outstretched,

i remember. i still

carry the memory for us until i might carry

the trinkets,

then your fingers interlaced in mine,

if you have forgotten:

i will remind you.

cast like a pair of dice, you and i.

set to be snake eyes staring

at those who seek to defy our choices.

the air like orange blossoms this morning

and i think i will write you

a poem. on the wall.

maybe in a thousand years,

someone will see it and wonder how

they loved so wildly.

and once again, i will find some small animals

cast in brass. because gold is now precious.

and we were real.

ⴲ.