Flames

A poem

In every space we occupied, intimate and public.

In every place we visited, familiar and foreign.

In every moment we shared, alone and with others.

In every thing we did, banal and extraordinary.

In every occasion we celebrated and wept and made love.

In every instance we fought and hurt and punished.

In all of it, in it all

reminds reminds reminds me of you.

In all of it, in it all

wounds wounds wounds me of you.

But

One day it won't.