I made a cast of you
as you lay sleeping
naked in your trust.
When it was dry,
I stored it in a room
hidden in my heart.   

I’ll peak at it briefly
if the hours apart
become too many,
or a night alone
is filled with ghosts
that have no substance. 

When we get old
I’ll share it with you,
reminding both of us
that love and beauty
changed by time
aren’t less, but better.