remember that time
when we saw each other
you, opaque, that way you get
when you are up before dusk
and me, surprised again,
that I had not yet died
of a broken heart

Or that time
your glow came long before
you lit up that dark ridge
and me, shaking, still
from the cold fear
that followed me there

Or this morning
me, lost, in the cycle
of denial and shame
and you, up ahead
only half seen
leading me out