go back even further, when
in November, during rush hour
a stranger’s right hand reached
for yours, and you took it
wondering if possession was as easy,
as simple, as this –
one day soon, the moment
would become a memory, they said.
and they were right,
for now, you are.
Bright Highs and his unbelievably bright eyes.
An old one, a repost, if you may.
Because I recently stumbled upon this one, and remembered. http://beatricetulagan.blogspot.com/2012/02/mirmulnir.html