when it has come and gone
as so much has already,
this too will be a distant memory
unreal to us
then, we will sit on the porch you will build
outside the country home we only dream of now.
I will say
Remember when I almost died
and you told me I didn’t have to?
And how many times you
sat me on your lap, spoke gently
so I could follow your words back to logic?
Thank you for that.
you will say something like
aint no thang babeh
and we will laugh about how
I lost my mind