i should've written you more poems
but you are like water, like fire, like earth
how do i describe the air that i breathe
except 'vital'?

i should've written you more poems
but i know what you'll look like as an old woman
with kind eyes and a warm smile
with a crochet hook and eternity together

i should've written you more poems
but i want to remember each line
the trees and sky above us
tell our stories better anyway

when i see you again, as a lover or a friend, i'll write you more poems.