She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful & life was so short.

In those days, we finally chose to walk like giants and hold the world in arms grown strong with love
And there may be many things we forget in the days to come,

But this will not be one of them.

I don't really like coffee, she said, but I don't really like it when my head hits my desk when I fall asleep either.

What I'm mostly good at is sleeping, he once told me in confidence, but he added, I don't see much future in it.

You may not remember the time you let me go first.
Or the time you dropped back to tell me it wasn't that far to go.
Or the time you waited at the crossroads for me to catch up.
You may not remember any of those, but I do and this is what I have to say to you:

Today, no matter what it takes,
we ride home together.

We sat in the car
& the night dropped
down until the
only sounds were
the crickets &
the dance of our voices

& for a moment
the world became
small enough to
roll back & forth
between us.