remember that spring day
when we sat on the
old pine bench
in Finley park
on top of the hill
overlooking the bay
when
we were new in our love
and everything was clear,
uncomplicated
that day so long, long ago
when I saw the first buds
of a life built around
anticipation and wonder
and you
you, what were
you hoping for
time to stop
marching forward and for us
to remain in
a place of blooming
visceral love
oh, how I wished
that could have been so
then I would not have
to be the one to
close the door
between us
~
missing the mom gene
