Coming on twenty years,
a blur, emerging from grief,
after twenty a sigh of relief,
two so different souls,
trying to remember events retold.
Did we do that? I don’t remember.
It will be twenty years in September.
We seemed so different from each other.
Could we ever move away from the lost lover?
Then when looking back on time well spent,
we realized we had become each other’s covariant.