I like to speak of you
in all places, with all sights and people
watching me grasp memories and
favorite jokes about our romance.
And through this, it is as though you
are standing next to me, in a place you
have yet to see.
You came with the dust-filled breeze of
Costa Rica, riding buses to somewhere
North, anywhere but boca blanca,
biding our time in the streets of Liberia.
With each day, I counted more reasons to
bring you a little closer, a little deeper
into my heart, for safekeeping.
When we meet again, I will remember you
as you were in Guatemala, the anxious and ever-moving,
Happy beyond life traveler.
