Moving Forward

Something has swept our summer, your face, Along, away. Constantly morphing, they cannot be fixed In memory’s embrace. There are too many yous, Too many emotions: Silly looks, laughter, rebukes, laughter. Laughter sweeps them all along, away. Your laugh, the one constant, A great gasping gust of breath Chopped into sound bytes, Sweeps it all along, away. Think I almost have you, Puzzle unraveled, repaired. Then you laugh a cavernous smile; My hope swept along, away. You have too many taste buds. Love and life are dancing on your tongue, Sweeping you along, away, Closer to God.