We don’t need
anything new.
Like an undated picture,
you in my arms,
that dress passed on
to your sister.
And that you
would stay
is gone too.
We didn’t need
to talk further.
Stopping in china town
for dinner.
You on my arm,
the late bus
passed on by,
like clouds that
you made disappear.
We never grew older.
You had your arm
round me,
over my shoulder.
Heroes honored
this weekend.
There’s nothing
to change.
I just spend time
Reminding myself,
how the words
that I am yours
are a memory
that has left too.

RLB 09-06-2022