do you remember, the day we lay side
by side on the grass...[you said something]...
i laughed at you but knew what you meant, and held your hand, and
we looked at the sky and our thoughts flew together, the way they
do. 'Those clouds,' we thought, 'are a great and unfolding
mystery, with chasms of wonder between. and the same,' we
thought, 'is our future.'
And our hands tightened like to
something
fierce...