Our umbrella unfurls into the mist
like a bird’s wings preparing for flight,
but we are not headed anywhere.
I prefer it like this, the lines of your hand
curled against mine & the stains of old ink
curled against yours—our toes scraping
cobblestone, aimless & easy. This is our nature
& it makes the pulse of my heart content.
I would die happy even if the rain kissed
us away & we melted into the gaps between
cobblestones & into each other. My thumb
to the back of your hand, I press into the rain,
feel it ride the whorls traced on my fingertips.
(Perhaps the days are still too young for us to
become drainwater.) Your skin is soft against
my fingerprints—radiates warmth, like you. I finally
understand why my father raised me never saying
goodbye; you make it impossible to say
goodbye, even when the love in your eyes
is laced with apology & I understand you must go
soon, leave me in the quiet rain purling
beneath the underside of the white sky
only because you know I feel safe here.
stop time for a moment.
You notice immediately,
smiling at the familiar sensation of our bodies’
clocks winding down into a shared silence.
I feel safe here, with you, our footsteps continuing—
you & I continuing. Goodbye is not a taste on
my tongue when our palms will align again soon,
easy & content, even as the seconds begin to
sing anew & the bird’s wings finally attain flight.
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