i wonder

you see 

there are moments like these

moments where 

i wonder 

what my world is to be 

moments where

i wonder 

if you’ll ignore my texts 

five years from now

signed off 

and Capitalized

so formal;

not as it once was,

with All my Love

on postcards and

love letters.

Or, if you’ll

still be 

behind me, hands on my skin

beneath my shirt

watching with

your little commentary

as i send those texts.

if you’ll still be at my 

shows

lessons

trips

side quests.

Will you remember 

how to fold my laundry

which soap i like

my favorite coffee

or will we bicker

about your way

versus mine

stealing each others 

coffee and sweatshirts.

My dear, 

will you be on my next trip?

a pillow on the plane

games at the terminal 

laughing upon bikes

running through history 

or will we be lost

to history

History loves her failed lovers

after all, 

i’m a poet

i suppose.

i should know

maybe better than most