I made something today that made me think
of you: a flower carved into a block
of wood. I drew it out and traced it with
the faded paper that you gave to me
along with all the other things I have
from you: a flower carved into a block
of wood and bits of pretty memories
of us. My carving hands don't look at all
like yours (for mine are small and yours are gone)
but still I feel somehow they are the same.