in a soft
step serenade
each one fades quicker,
harder to remember
so we close our eyes tighter,
even more than yesterday
when the unravel of wool,
of your memory, became one
gentle ball of a single strand
with no beginning you can find
but an end we both know
so we will step together,
hold the sky up enough
to light the lead, hush space
to hug and dance our words
in our soft step serenade
until the end of the strand
finds the beginning again.