I’ve had wine, not much, then yogurt ice cream,
spooning it from the carton
walking by the fireplace,
your photo on the mantle — a nest
between lights, strung for holiday,
colored
twinkles.
I felt you nodding, your smile,
breathing as I strode past
my eyes with you,
your effervescence
a moment beyond
a tangible reach.
Together, reflecting
as shadows, we both
capture sea into sky,
one thousand years
from now, before
until again.
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