what to make of it all
i often wonder - what his
thoughts are - the lemon trees
in his backyard left to freeze
as he held me this past
weekend - i whispered
i wonder if he heard me
if he did - he will never
speak of it - yet each
time i moved away, his
leg pegged me down,
pulled me closer, his
hand stayed on my hip
it was enough for me
to stay an hour longer
he holds me like you
held me so many years
ago, beloved and i wonder if i stay
because of him or because of the moment we had so long ago
in the spring the lemons
will return he says - and i wonder why he let them freeze as i wonder why you let me go
