I told you who I am.

Let me tell you what I know.

I told you.

And before

I go

I'd see you smile.

I'd watch the light light

on your lips;

a finch on a wire, pleasant,

full, with a song

for the weary.

I’d watch your lips

and they'd be

a hushed piece of intimacy

tender

that captures itself

in quiet company and is moved

in all directions like a drop.

(as I am)

I'd see the sky,

I’d see the sky

and it would rest on my shoulders.

I'd square them

and the night would fall.

Your drop would be, to me,

hope.