First, let me honor your presence,
only let me sing songs for old times’ sake,
remembering anything I said to bless you.
Let me honor your commitment,
explaining with the clarity of an
x-ray how I worked for
answers to love in Neruda,
in the depths of Macchu Picchu.
Let me keep you together,
each halves in a whole,
let me remain steadfast in what I said:
that you can be imperfect together,
that you can believe in each other and no one else,
and then you will know…
© 2010 Wayne Pitcher