I’m walking across these stones like they are photographs mapped onto the tapestry of our togetherness
Threaded with the feeling of beads of sweat on our lower backs and *** backstroking through our veins
Walking under this night sky feels like moving under the impenetrable tunnel of the summer that I met you

And the times this sky was the only witness to the way my eyes learned to search for you under its cover
Or the memory of my arched body under yours that only these spaces can recall

This space will hold you if ever I cannot
And will be impressed with the gravity of your existence if ever I no longer am

Under this particular scattering of distant solar systems
No run of time will ever obscure a history already traced onto these roads
Or the scar of our entangled youth on these rooftops

Walking across this corner
Of this island
Of this universe
There is a feeling of being familiar to these trees and this elegant passage of time

As if in a moment in which I have never existed before
I have already been and somehow become what I already know I will never be again

The sky is dark and studded with associations that will rustle under my feet come October
And rustle still at the equinox

And the path is long and yet gone beneath my feet as I walk along
Under a sky that knew you when I did not
And will hold you in its grasp for as long as I may go down this alley
In this city

To which these stones
Our stones
Will always belong