I think

It is

The long walks

Between the trees

Or down the street

Along the lake ridge

In singer, winter, fall

And spring

I think

It is

The long talks

About anything

About nothing

The synchronicity

That has always been

Between us

I think

It is

The nearness

The being in the same room

That closeness

Across the distance

Of space and time

I think

It is

The laying together

Entwined in embrace

In the cooler evenings

In the hour sunset nights

The breathing in

The breathing out

I think

It is

The heart that you poured

Into the children

Now part of them

Forever

I think

It is

You

You here now

You here then

You here

Timeless

In this space

I think

It is

You.