Put your face to mine and you may feel yourself 
somewhere along the contours that shape 
who you once fell in love with, 
the lips that part as if by instinct
to entwine with such a fateful symmetry.

Autumn will soon fold into winter, 
so remember me when the chills graze your skin, 
when the grass and fallen leaves are covered with frost.

The ache in my bones will pull me out of sleep, 
making me remember how much I long for you 
breathing next to me at night.

Close your hand around mine and I may feel you
somewhere in the note from which a chord is broken, 
somewhere along the contours of your lips, 
we can fall in love again, 
symmetry entwining as if by instinct.

One season will fold into another, 
so remember me during the fragile spaces in between, 
when the grass dries and fallen leaves begin to crack.

The ache in your tender muscles will pull you out of your dreams, 
making you remember the trust I handed over.

Tie your heart to mine and we may see one another 
somewhere near the places inside
where we start learning how to mend, 
where our every instinct is to know 
the symmetry made when we entwine.