Ordinary Love

if it wasn’t for the years
we had passed along the way
I would have forgotten
your name-
into the idyllic stream we slipped
immersed in our togetherness like nothing
over fetching under
into arms weak with want
into days
into moments
now this-
these years of a lifetime together
of wanting and holding and walking and waiting
of willingness and letting go
walking through you, through me
each of us into ourselves forgotten
we forget how
we forget us
we fight for us
we want-
we yearn for the placeless things
the untouchable, faceless things
the outcast and misshapen-
sidestepping quickly
we are run down in the street
by necessities and eclipses
of other times
their yearning for us
for our seeds
like sprouts on the doorstep-
their consuming
and relentless becoming
out of our failing
our incompletion
our rejoicing among laughter
inside our weakest parts
and out of our love