I began to lose myself
in the intricacies of you.
In the night, I find myself on the edges
of my conversations about passing and present;
moments and memories and movements chase each other
-shocked in early morning
at how it all boils down to you.
I will stand upon the hill
and kiss you in front of the world-
or walk slowly through the woods
and count the steps we take.
We are leaning forward, heads down
at the top of the stairs.
