walking behind You down the hallway
and i am amazed that You exist,
and i am amazed
that the years we use to mark the time of You
is to You, nothing.
(the mention of presents sent you searching
for a tree to shake them under
and for the bearded man you heard
while you were bathing in december.)
i listen to you call from your bed for your mother
and i am amazed that a heart is multiplied by division,
that in creating You we were recreating us....