The water in the creek beneath our feet
the one that is covered by leaves and growth
is jet black
like the night sky
so I wrote our story with it.
I described the way we were
and the way we are.
I took my time with the details-
things like the way your eyes look
right after you’ve woken up
and the way the light picks up the silver in your hair
silver that wasn’t there when we met.
I finished the story of us
and looked back to read it
just as the last word I had written