–for Rebecca, Valentine’s Day 2026–
When I listen to Borodin’s nocturne,
I dream of running my hands through your hair
when we were young, and all I had to learn
was how to keep you with me everywhere
I went in life and know that you’d be there.
And through my eager fingers I would yearn
for us to remain in each other’s care.
Together we would watch each autumn burn,
endure each winter wrapping through to spring…
though better yet if we could stop the clock
and the time without worrying a thing
about growing old on this ageless rock,
or how many years we had left to spare,
forever running my hands through your perfect hair.