When fall has fully seeped into the earth,
And the last empty shells of golden leaves
On the breeze are stilled by the cold ground,
Remember me when winds come
And tug at your jawbone, at the curve of your ear,
Begging your beating warmth out from the safe place
Where your heart keeps it locked away.
Because in this one moment I am
Endlessly young, full of life,
Serene and laughing, stretching with all sincerity
Into eternity. In this moment I can be here,
Memorizing the gentle pressure and
Immediate solidity of your hand resting in mine.
If you remember me, I am here
With a quiet hand on your arm,
Or a whispered joke in your ear,
Grateful for your smile.
In this space, somewhere between memory
And bravest imagination, I stand waiting.
Maybe, when your jaw has set
And your hands are empty,
Do not remember me.
When winter has finally settled in
And days are short, do not remember me.
If I am not there to calculate the
Exact weight of a kiss,
If I am not there to read poetry
From the shape and shyness of your hands,
Then surely I am dead, and
Cannot love you,
So do not grip time’s throat,
And do not remember me.