Ink

holy words

whispered

to our great joy

deep despair

there in the space

we imagine

between the i

and the one

where can we

write down

this sound always

traveling behind

to keep the note

from disappearing

when we're gone

what indelible ink

might we use

to transcribe

these memories

of simple

gestures of

first love

of last loss

so they

might be

remembered

when we're not