sunder

and when I close my eyes

your skin is still cashmere

& two states are one zip code again

and parking lots are stomping grounds

of learning you

and a vacant king bed

becomes

cramped back seats

where I knew I loved you

and you don't let me know

if you feel the same

but my name sounds different

when you say it

and love is such a weak word

& the moon on your face

is incomprehensible

and exactly as you are

is exactly what I need

and your head on my lap is spiritual

and your eyes still the hours

and dull the sounds

and for the first time

I feel peace

in knowing

that it's you

and always was