Some town remembers your footsteps
the mothers remember your tall, lanky
body reaching the heights of their windows
and I remember only what you tell me of
a world I will never understand.
I have breathed life into myself through
our progeny. Their eyes remind me that
two different worlds can create life and
everything in between that takes us from ourselves
and makes us better.
Look at them come to life before the sky,
a life different than what both of us knew in turmoil
of changing colors. We want different things,
I know that, you—the reflective faith and steadfast
discipline, me—the shining light and the projected
voice. Both of us, though, we want them, don’t we?
the possibility of opposites thriving on the same plane.
It can be, today or tomorrow.
I think love can be louder than words.