Tonight we meet

To finally talk

Summit of sorts

To outline futures

Going forward I

Don’t wish positions

Or the bartering

Of belongings I

Do hope that

We settle differences

And remain friends

And strong allies

For the future

We’ve come this

Far waged wars

Connected our divides

Than to be

Anything less than

Comrades in arms

Would simply be

Much too little


Do I keep

All these photographs

Watching them age

As surely as

You will do

Or discard them

Without a trace

Haunting me instead

In memoried dreams

Do I touch

Your papered face

Retracing where once

My fingers danced

Peering into eyes

That once I

Watched fall asleep

Do I remember

Your giggling laughter

Like far off

Melodies being played

Or let you

Go like fall

Into the winter

Isn’t the purpose

Of keeping things

To use them

Then why should

I keep you

Around it’s simple

Just because I

Lost you doesn’t

Mean that I

Will lose you


The hardest part

Of camping isn’t

Pitching the tent

It’s taking it

Down for with

It goes joyful

Wilderness and starry

Skies and back

You go living

In little boxes

There is something

To be said

For freedom clear

Of constraints and

Limits I shall

Remember our moonlit

Nights the fire

All our dreams

As we return

To our tidy

Simple little lives