He Just Had to Make Sure

I did too.
I ran back to the house.

I saw that nothing had changed.
The fish swimming
in loose circles
under the same stars
nesting in the trees.

Rooms cupping
our laughter
poured into the hands
of the mornings.

Our pillow whispers,
lazy as sleep walkers.

Our eyes, holding fast
to the white flowers
in the window-ledge light.

But I did notice that the sunline across
the porch was different,
its shadow having deepened.

Oh love, in a few years,
what will become of us?

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