Here and there

I was here. And I stepped

into warm pools of your breath

Those cloud-bound vapors 

of wistful wedding songs 

I was here, together

with all of our tomorrows

In that moment of birth 

Welcoming a new you, an unknown us,

With green bangles of yellowed novels,

Each time I open that pink album,

I am here. 

You were there.

Or not here, in any case.

My shadow always a little too short

For your frame 

My laughter a little too loud

Than yours at all those events full 

Of people, food, wines and then 

Talking late into the night 

About everyone but us

I laugh at my shadow these days  

I wear pinks and greens and 

Soak up that yellow warmth 

From there.