i think about you when my heart
       breaks, shifts, cracks, expands
in that way, and yes, i wonder
if you do too.
but mostly, i just think about you

mostly i just remember
deer and batcaves and the shoulder
of my t-shirt warm and wet,
ashes flying from airplanes and
secrets that are still buried at
the base of that one eucalyptus tree
loopholes in the u-drive and clarkfork cake
and a feeling that all of forever
was happening all at once and every
bit of it was okay, more than okay

i guess i shouldn't write poems about you
anymore,
i guess i should separate scattered nostalgia
from the linear chill of
now.

i sat by that eucalyptus tree the other day,
i hope you're doing good.