Where my fingertips begin yours used to start,
We were the pieces of comets that pull into planet belts.
I remember you most in Picasso’s Rose Period paintings or
When someone unwittingly quotes our old conversations at noon-
How we used to talk and you used to stare at that
Old Italian restaurant.
The first course tastes a lot like our first week together;
I can remember our palette the same way
You remember me when it rains.