If all you remember
of this day
is the way light faded
over Greenwich,
or the trees so recently
drenched and green,
Let it be in your heart
My hand may slip
from yours,
and our eyes
turn toward different
seas, but the sky
and trees make
faithful companions
how likely it is I fade.
If all you remember
of this day
is everything
but me, at least
let this remain –
the ancient, rusted
telescope that promised
us old light, and a past.
Let it be in your heart.
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