(spicy_rejoinder, yes, this one would be for you.)
She was Always
Take my hand; that’s my girl. There’s always hope.
Time fraying, time so woven, crossing and pulling back,
So many strands. Time is hot,
Your praise was a wine in my veins,
Your name, a honey in my mouth…
Two beats, one beat, three beats.
Tell me again, tell me that you’ll be there for me.
I’ll be there,
Tell me again when you lived and loved,
I can’t remember, but I know that I loved you,
My best friend under countless suns,
We were parted, I think… Have we truly run out of nows?
So long ago, yet I remember your…
My dear. Friend of my youth.
I’ll be there, here, then,
With you, before you, after, around,