Folded around its fraying edges
Sun-stroke blurred and beaten
Forever captured; two faces gleam in
Looking back: one, a boyish me
And the other a youthful you.
There I sit – in hopeless forever
Hugged into the crook of your elbow
The bottoms of your trousers – too wide –
The space between us, lengthened
Like shadows in cool evenings.
I don’t recall the moment when
But it seems too sunny to see
Like driving at dawn
With the news always on
And I hear her “look at me!”
As I repeat now
With small bodies eager for moving
But then, as her finger pressed
I was already looking away
Even now I think I’d
Drop
From that bridge
And then, if not now, I knew
You’d save me.
