Avec Vous

My Latin is limited
My Greek is worse
And the languages
And signs
The drawings
The bones
We find

Some neatly buried
Some spread Apart
Perhaps by storm
Perhaps War
Maybe big animals
Looking for a meal
Maybe the ants
Or underground life forever
Looking for a home

Maybe just two lovers
Holding on
To each other
As the fire burns
Or rocks roll over
As planes fall
Or even water with all
Its force
Pushing mud
Or tree roots
Or something
But not the Love
That holds the two 
Together

And they whisper
To each other

Don’t wait for me
I’ll be there

I’ll see you
Soon