What now? The voices sing out
What to do with all of it, such possibility

It was easier then, to let it all be buried
Easier to pretend it was not important

You were, I said to myself, nothing much
Now, at all, to me. . . .not these days

But the potential sings up and down my body
In your touch, haunts me in your thoughts,

Inside my mind, Your voice, your dreams
Living a resonant life of their own

Right next to mine



2018