and unknown
the gift of yourself
for so many summers now
that there’s no more need
to keep tab
of birthdays and holidays,
because even my yesterday
or your tomorrow
is no guarantee
that I can understand
you more.
It is enough that
my knowledge of you
remains a private collection
of endless beginnings
and a love that endures,
and I have no aim
no purpose
but what could take us across
the hills and valleys
of life.
