2 years

and all the days to come
is what is she said
and not what was
will ever win

yet what of the slides
and rides and rambles
in williamsburg fair
shall not be writ for to see?

not for all the noise and snow
and water lapping
at the nautilus of brooklyn
should i forget thee

at long last i will not fail
to gaze where we launched
a thousand hearts in the night
by the starspray of our own fire

these numbers will repeat
2-1-2 heartbeat
books, whiskey, rooftops
-all fleeting

a moment a dream
a flick of a bic
your memory an extender
a half-life longer than mine

for kristina, wherever i may find her

humans forget
in order to survive
but i have lived
because of her
blond memory

she walked
in clicks
down the hall
in jeans and heels
with perfect eyes

she recruited me
to needles and thread
and introduced me
to jesus - what else!
(her tape measure)

how could i ever forget
the last conversation
and then - but a hundred
yards away where the sun
had crumpled her in the road

her future was bright,
so brighter than mine
the black armband
the lost piece
the constant in my mind

i lived to be here for her
so many times
i chose to live
there are no words
for what she is owed