Love, We Are Rewritten

Sometimes I wish I could go back, before we met

to hold your hand at funerals,

to love you when you were lonely

in the spring we set the seedlings outside for a few hours a day

the stems grow stronger in the breeze, soon

they become sturdy enough to plant

their roots reach out and intertwine in the newly warmed soil

finding each other is a little bit of waiting, flowing

water travels cracks in the earth

pulled to an unseen destination

coming together, we are rewritten

I see you on the boat in the ocean, throwing ashes into the wind

holding my hand

it was long before we met