I saw you once through a palette of pastels
as a sunset of silence
A quiet acceptance that spared the best syllables
I said, I'm writing a poem about you right now
And you laughed.
I watched the silhouettes of people we know passing like clouds
The grass was cold but you were warm
I thought about how much life there is in ten years,
"Hello" as a complete message,
The smell of soil as a complete transmission.
And I have a language of tired sights that I will retire to
With fires in hearths and crickets in forests
And thoughtfully thankful
In debt to anyone who shared the feeling
Thank you
