I tried to probe: “You’ll be gone tomorrow”

She read a book a day; and swam a mile. I was smitten: a

Field from home. I spoke shy: she laughed the irony: a

Soul of God. Such auburn love: and tinted smiles. Her

Eyes, a tear, a silent hurt. I tried to probe: “You’ll be

Gone tomorrow.” I felt a spear: it tore a thought. We

Bounced the hay; and kissed the wings. Something wailed,

A distant voice. We paused; and called it love. She was

So distant; and so close; and we baked muffins. I tried to

Probe: “You’ll be gone tomorrow.” She loved the earth;

And bathed evolution. I touched a hair: she moved.

Something hurt: a silent cry; and something loved, a need

To smile. We sprinted love: so much; and ate grapes: so

Much. My existential—couldn’t love; and such is life:

So close; and so far. I tried to probe.