Now in bed, I get the wish
that I could go back in time
and walk with him
along the path
out from our house
over the highway
up through the lanes
across the schoolyard
to the meeting place.
Throughout the journey
the excitement builds
inside his gut
knowing not
what lies ahead
an hour from now
The best part.
It's 6:25.
Before she comes,
I just want to tell you:
no matter what you do this Summer
no matter what your needs dictate
above all else,
Love her.
--January 1998