plum or
burgundy,
blue and
gray —
your
sweater
is the
loveliest
thing
about
today.
quietly,
this
morning
at the
dining table
has become
a place
in the
woods.
here,
i've come
again to
see you
in this
sweater.
brought
a boat
in case
you'd like
to come
with me
this time.
the trees;
new and
old and
named
after
friends
are
swaying
to the
songs
of our
voices.
and i have
dusted,
held
and
loved
the parts
of you that
have
longed
only for
this.
the blue
skies are
slowly
turning
into the
wooden
ceiling
of a
dining
room.
with two
cups of
tea and
buttered
toast,
here,
we have
made a
home out
of paper,
mugs and
morning
mumbles.
the golden
summer is
covered in
light snow.
and turns
out —
past
and
present
are almost
the same
thing.
plum or
burgundy,
blue and
gray — you
are lying
here
in this
sweater
with soft
sunlight
shining
in your
eyes;
between
the ocean
and the
woods,
suddenly,
i've spent
a lifetime.