I have spent years with a picture of you in my pocket
Folding and unfolding a brief moment so many times
the photograph has become warped and
I don’t know what it looked like in the first place
Our most recent meeting was a melancholy affair
Filled with laughter and knowing silence
I looked across the table at a young woman
I never actually understood
Two dots on a map that only ever knew distance
Growing separately, independently until
tattered memory was all that remained
but it’s going to be okay.
See, I went for a walk last night and
Loved every minute of it.
The moon off set the bracing cold
With an alluring grace
I only thought of you twice:
Once when two people laughed distantly
And again when the noise settled.
I hoped that you were happy wherever you were
We all have dreams that never see any light
That’s one of those hard facts of life
And I am white-knuckled, like a vice grip that’s
learning how to let go. Slowly, slowly.
You know as well as I do that
Time unfolds exactly the way it means to
And so too goes this prayer for acceptance:
“it’s going to be okay.”