We had one summer
perfect days that went unnoticed by us,
two young women so caught up in the tumult of our lives.
a handful of photographs,
silk pajama bottoms and a new kitten.
goodbye was tequila on her porch with old friends
I went off to the mountains
to recreate myself
she returned to a life she was unsure of
We got older, learned things we couldn’t have known that summer
each of us came through the bruises
to this point were she sits on her Brazilian deck
ocean below “it’s like my heart beat” she tells me.
I can not hear those waves but I have my own rhythm
the two sleeping bodies in the bed
heavy with sleep full of bread and stories.
When we speak now
we share volumes in between the stutters
and pauses that technology presents us
we are only brief summaries
to be fleshed out with memory