Us and

Something of mine I found scribbled in one of Justin’s work journals:

Do you mind if I write in your book?

I promise to write only of love

and the sun and the sea,

Of moments seeming more than moments,

snatches of seconds passed

playing in super-slow motion.

Glimpses of the still to come that race

I will capture in time lapse.

I will write only of us.

For us is all I know.

Us and

them. Us and

there. Us and