Evanescent
poems
- so many years left
- by the measure of things
- though memory and circumstance
- don’t seem to agree with me.
- they only see
- the distance
- between who we were then
- and who we are now.
- i can’t tell if you’re smiling
- or if that’s the wrinkle
- in your eye
- reminding me
- of where we’ve been
- and where we’re still going.
- there’s not much
- of that for us anymore,
- we’ve had our fair share
- of looking ahead,
- but you’re still surprised
- when you find my fingers
- in the thicket of your silver threads,
- grazing on skin
- now deliciously peppered
- with time.