Hopefully
Hopefully
I cannot wait
for your gnarled fingers to
trace the soft, deep ridges in my skin.
My ancient bones will be
arranged so neatly beside yours
as we sweetly rest.
We will recite
all of these same prayers
giving thanks to the Universe
for bringing us together,
feeling contented with,
if not slightly proud of,
the world we’ll soon be leaving behind.
Sal Biase