I saw your face today
It was in a cloud of smoke
You came and then you left me
Not a word was spoke
I once was a coward
I was afraid of the truth
Didn’t want to face the devil
But I should have for you

A heart of gold you had
You promised us a lot
I shied away from death
But peace was all you sought
I want to say goodbye
But my chance is long gone now
Now all I can rely on
Is to see your face among the clouds

I am the salmon
that struggled all the way up to the bear.

As the seasons changed like lanes on the highway of 2013
in the colours racing By the side of the road
you caught my eye, holding drumsticks and a little cardboard
sign with the destination:

Home.

Wanna ride? Hop in. You're not alone.

If our first date is imprinted upon my memory-
our first kiss is carved into my bones
and as we tickled, and grabbed, and sighed rummaging through our pieces begging two to align- there was poetry in trading your broken heartbeats with mine. And as we arranged them upon that little cardboard sign we found that if we held them quite firmly, we could make one whole heart- breathing carefully on it to make the fire start and we vowed.

We vowed that one heart would beat for us both, if we held on tight,
and the vow made that day for a while felt alright.

I used to wear my heart upon my sleeve
But then it frayed,
And now I'm left with a pile of string

when Whitman wrote, "I sing the body electric"

I know what he
meant
I know what he
wanted:

to be completely alive every moment
in spite of the inevitable.

we can't cheat death but we can make it
work so hard
that when it does take
us

it will have known a victory just as
perfect as
ours.