and sometimes i remember
sitting with her on the cliff
james taylor speaking of fire
then rain - sitting so close to
her. my chin in my hands
her hands in my hair. lifting
it up so the wind could take
it - she was like that she liked
giving away what was hers
and what was not. she gave
away her dreams to me -
when i left her i promised
to always be a call away
twenty years went by quick
she missed my wedding
i missed her life and yet
on days when the wind
blows - i have an urge to
sit on a cliff, look down
and push off - the way she meant