I’ll tell her everyday
if I have to. No short term loss
this isn’t ten second Tom, no
it’s a memory. A memory of a night
an elephant and a bracelet. I’ll tell her
if I have too. She’ll never forgot or doubt me even when the clouds or black
food is cold or the bed has gone empty.
The light will flicker through our window, holding your hand
kissing the apple on your cheek
telling you for the day
that I’ll be here.