There by the chair, in your hand. That’s it.
It’s what we said. What we always talked about.
Streaming with intentions long lost out of light and sound and love.
There by the couch. That’s it.
It’s what we felt for a moment. That’s all.
Running out ahead of us, just pass the horizon of understanding.
There by you in the stack I made. That’s it, my friend.
Not my friend, I guess, but my former friend. That’s it and all, for now.
Singing, it came upon us, it overwhelmed us too.
But now it is done.