You remind me

				 In the funeral home aisle,
				 you came to me
				 and told me that you
				 were thinking about me two
				 or three days ago.

                                 I put my left arm so
			         light as air around you
		                 as if to say I miss you, too--
                                 to suggest that you give me
			         poetry again. So you might know I’ll

		                 write your poem upon my heart.