For Joy

by Daniel

We fled
into the evening,

you were mute
as the air;

we counted the
boats that traversed
the horizon,
I kissed your lips
once; parted your hair.

our love was a tryst
at best, we knew time
not as an enemy,

but a friend, whose
embrace kept us tucked
up and safe.

days are short, but
remembering is longer;

I find comfort in its
spell.