for each of you.

i am overflowing.
you’re each like wakes in the ocean, traces of your presence stretch back to the horizon.
our four boats create ever-changing patterns,
all crossed.

i.

do i welcome you back into my heart?
it’s an unsure, tentative
laughter as i hear
your familiar silences and
forced throat-clearing.
was that an apology?

ii.

it’s about patching that beauty of yours
that always shone out of my
memory-tunnel.
that beauty you sometimes forgot to see,
but that seems possible now.
did you hear the tears that dripped as you comforted me?

iii.

forever constant,
letter-writer.
yet you’re a different person every two or three years.
it’s all right, i know
each philosopy suits your smile.