Our Choice

If these choices are ours, they can live at least one day longer than yours and that’s better for me… If known they must be revealed When concealed they tend to tilt a habit towards deceit They channel doubt towards facility A fractured smile or a head turn that implies little Just to proceed in step and remember nothing If choice avails us one last leap Its tenderness must at most adjoint a matching restraint of our discarded cues We tested a quilt thus woven, death’s every second step thus misses Let’s try another before the fog lifts We can, Vee, wherever you are You weave the tale and I will tell it It’s our eternal choice