Someplace

Some place, faintly, very faint now,

are our initials written on a stone wall,

from when we were younger, she and I, in high school,

stone carving out stone in a dark, dampened room,

salty and cool; and standing together,

we lightly etched, granite gouging,

a “J” and an “R” and a “W”, holding hands

and holding each other, inseparable,

believing what we carved there,

carved in stone, like stone eternal,

would stay unchanged, and some place, now

are our initials carved, a lovers’ sign,

still carved faintly and unseen, ageless,

stone carving out stone, all that remains of us,

she and I, and those high school days in love.