when you ask me to explain
why I love, fierce yet new
i throw up my arms
exasperated… as you do
must I really explain?
in choice verbal refrain
the cyclical tug of the moon
the surges of the tide
the longing, the familiarity
when you are … inside
in our last life
at our final hour
you said “never forget”
but, you have darling
yet not I
not yet