After the journey, I promise to return.
Although there’s beauty in Possession
Sound
when the train doesn’t run, I’ll take the bus.
I don’t care how long it takes; now look out
the window
& tell me, “It’s gorgeous.” Without you.
A postcard. Remember the light streaming
in spring
and the rush of beginning. When the water
leaves us behind & we run to the woods
I swear
I’ll be with you again.