I remember

I remember when


poetry found us,

Two souls

floating on the waves

of words inside

our lonesome heads.

It brought us together

where it bound us

in shared moments

of genuine

emotions raging

needs fast and racing.

13 years later

the poetry is forgotten

no sharing

of waves of words.

Loneliness riles

the seas inside us.

Fighting with ores

we try

we steer our canoes

reaching for

I remembers

to hold the binding

that poetry glued.