you fill the box up generously
with spare clothing for your next adventure
here, knowing I’ll
keep it daisy-fresh, water pure.
We may part this night,
yes, it wounds me inside,
but we won’t let it become a tide.
I know, despite all that’s uncertain
that the fates have yet
to pull down this curtain.
We’ll be Atlas and hold up the sky
together, you and me,
our bond a permanent tie.