That’s how it is with us.
two are we.
Sometimes composed in rain
We always find our
We converse fluently in
a language only we understand.
Your face never lies in the
way wedding songs and
lovers sometimes do.
In my head you’ve cut a groove,
leaving your initials there
Absolute. Right. Permanent.
They tell a story even when
my mind shifts and happenstance
grabs the pen.
The darkest ink is not dark enough
to eradicate the thought of you.
Our friendship a sonnet to pathless
woods, always ready to explore.
We reach for a state of grace,
Knowing life can only get worse, but