It was our last chance
As far as we knew
To sleep in the back
Of my Jeep today
Seats down, blankets on
You needed a hearth
Because you were always
So cold
Even under the veneer
Of toughness
I was where your
Head rested
After a long night of solace
We had an afternoon palace
In the back seats all our own
Seemingly too grand
Legs stretched out
Tangled
Arms held in arms
And hands held earnestly
This was the last chance
We might ever have had
Before next time
Never came
One last “our esque”
For a while
Free verse
And expressed sentiments
We were both too tired
To do much else but
To finally say the things
We’d been dying too
Zombies now
Hope it was worth the wait
Because I can wait longer
If that is something it
Will take
To revive after summer
And bloom into September
Autumn august bloom
Recursion in incursions
Once again
I’ll see it through
Consume Reality! 