love, she says, lasts forever. I wonder
about it always, often — usually
haunted by a hundred vows, promises
time has washed away (or seemed to catch up
in tides). but how are we to know, trapped here
in this moment? so much come and gone, gone
and forgotten until something reminds
the heart of seeds blown to yesterday winds.
relationship, she amends, may soon end
when weakness and worry overcome us,
but that is not love — that is circumstance
and the changeable wind of existence;
love is the neutrino journey of two
strange particles unstoppable in space . . .