Moving Forward

Something has swept our summer, your face,
Along, away.
Constantly morphing, they cannot be fixed
In memory’s embrace

There are too many yous,
Too many emotions:
Silly looks, laughter, rebukes, laughter.
Laughter sweeps them all along, away.

Your laugh, the one constant,
A great gasping gust of breath
Chopped into sound bytes,
Sweeps it all along, away.

Think I almost have you,
Puzzle unraveled, repaired.
Then you laugh a cavernous smile;
My hope swept along, away.

You have too many taste buds.
Love and life are dancing on your tongue,
Sweeping you along, away,
Closer to God.