remember the fog?
texted you at six am:
"picking u up in ten"
always had to text you first
try not to think about that
it always made me sad

it's alright
we had fun
walking in dew-drop fields
started to rain
we hid under that tree
the one that looks like a jack johnson album cover

thermos in a tote bag
filled with steaming water
holy water
chamomile tea
two mugs sitting on a log
preparing for communion

one was clay
the other was glass
both so very breakable
you and i remain
strained in origin
peaceful in present