when we sat on your porch
feeding the kookaburras
you folded mince
you folded mince
between your fingertips
and placed it on the railing
knowing that at any moment
the birds would fly in
it was one of those mornings
it was one of those mornings
when the sun had come up
and the air was still fresh
with the dawn
we didn’t talk a lot
we didn’t talk a lot
not because we had nothing to say
but because the silence
meant much more
I knew this was going to be
I knew this was going to be
one of those moments
a memory that stays with you
to be recollected
I think you knew that too
we thought it would last forever
to be recollected
I think you knew that too
we thought it would last forever
and had all the time in the world
(Poem from My Beautiful Scars)