We find
each other
not in
the calendar
of days
or a tiding
of waves.

you and I.


instead
we are
glimpses
to one
another,

echoes of
smiles
given
long
ago.

a childhood
memory
perhaps.

a cookie
shared
over giggles
at a
third
grade
lunch table.

the scribbling
of phone
numbers
on a
warn junior high
notebook.

that is
why
I know
you here.

we are
not
new.

we are
similar
places
to one
another.

like the
humming
bird,

that hovers
over a
summer flower
for a
moment,

lands
and then
is gone.

to never
forget
that one
flower

again.

but to
always
dream

of that

brief moment

when the

two were

one in life.