We can’t be one without.
I saw you at a cabin.
You sat with your legs dangling over the deck,
not nearly touching.
I saw the drink you mixed and wondered, rye?
You’re too smart for beer, I see.
I thought I might extend,
I wondered if you’d feel the same.
We’d snap photos and compare stories in the field,
while in the field.
I’d wonder if you felt the same.
I keep picturing that counter overlooking
Where I laid my hands and waited.
Where you entered
my heart and didn’t leave.