In this blink of a lifetime we’re given,

love remains the horizon

the True North we hope to follow

Not as untraveled destination

on some far-off shore

Rather, a return

To you.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be welcomed

to that place of soft landing.

The arms that have known

a whisper of me,

shy and strange me,

as Home.

But if it arrives—

if—

I hope love remembers

To play Chopin, dreaming,

as if in a dream,

til my coffee —black, three sugars—

Loosens its embrace; the ache

The bitter and the sweet of it

Remember, love:

That I cry at good things,

small things

Beautiful things and sad things

And that I’ll cry for you too

Not because the load is heavy, but

because ours is a long train ride

where we are always saying

goodbye