Platonic

Your voice
on the page
rides ethers
strong
familiar
comforting
dear
old
friend

I cherish
memory
our alleyway
bicycle
adventures
back porch
story telling
the ache
as your family
drove down
a street
I thought meant
goodbye Ohio
forever.

But here’s a photo
50 years hence
hip to hip
wild-haired
on your Napa
hillside or in
my Midwestern
hayfield
grown into
family ground
we’ve chosen
to tend
each planted
laughing
like 12 year olds
our love letters
boxed and bursting
with the ordinary
the rare
remarkable
romance
of us.