We are younger now
by love’s standard,
older because of a future
we’ve promised each other,
although we did not walk
hand in hand
at the beginning
of our April days,
when you were nowhere near
to be my shadow,
when I had no right or reason
to watch you sleep
the sleep of love
in my arms.
II.
Today
I’m not so sure
where tomorrow is
or whether it would
pass my way at all
because I’m still living
in the yesterday
of our love.
