Red shadow
On the moon
An unexpected
Surprise
Of color
Somehow
I know
We existed
Before
And small details
Make me
Remember:
Oaks
In October
The musty
Scent
Of wine
The way
You close
Your hand in mine
Don’t fight it—
We’re more ancient
Than rock
We were here
Before and now
We’re back
Not ghosts
But flesh
We’ve found
Ourselves
Again
Maybe Love
Always returns
Or we have
Unfinished business
Lingering
From back then