you, me, our cat & a slow life

in my dreams,

you are a tree and i am a tree,

and we send each other secret messages

through our root system.

deeply connected for decades.

with no one around to witness it.

everyone around us whispers,

why aren't they married yet?

why would they move?

what do they do with all their time?

—while we're swaying in each other's arms

by the river bank at sunset,

and holding hands with our mittens on,

and laughing into each other's mouths,

and saying "look at remy"

for the zillionth time that day.

none of it has to make sense.

there are things that only the two of us understand.

we're here,

we're present,

we're fully experiencing the moment,

we're living childhood again.

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