Like Branches

I’ve looked back Remembering days And the ways Our voices persistently sway… like the branches And the nights— Recalling the bright city Lights Upon the sidewalks We told ourselves We’d walk But never did The quiet that followed It was the least expected And I was waiting for the crickets To end this tongue-tied trance The summer faded Crickets killed by frost An endless trance, That I had never lost And it all returned one day Just to be up and taken away Determined I stand To return to that land We’ve discovered. The crickets never came