Rivera

 I made a list of things I want to keep

in case there was a fire, and fire always comes.

I will throw them out the window

and meet them on the grass. 

At least they will be safe.

I love you was cheap and I always knew you wouldn't 

believe me anyway.

So i love you is still sitting of the second floor,

because what does that even mean anyway

to a couple of jaded fools we two?

But, I brought, you changed everything

and, I believe you are my someone...

I couldn't decide to take, 

I loved discovering you slowly each morning

or the way you chose your words perfectly puts my nerves at ease

...so I took them both.

Of course I took, your voice is like music and you are an honorable man.

I laughed when I almost forgot I missed it when your beard was thick and woolly...realizing I am far 

more vain than I thought.

I smoothed the creases of I always wanted to take a long walk with you and listen to your memories.

You are my turning page I placed in a gold box, so I will never never forget.

I wrapped all these things in

a purple silk cloth and blessing

tipped with gold, 

it shone back at me.

So if anybody found it

things would be perfectly clear.

It will be the pages of our map,

the bridge from your heart to mine and back again.

This story of mending and breaking is the one they promised.

I knew because when I remember, I can see that it is the thing worth  saving when the fire comes.