I WOULD NOT TRADE US

When at long last, you look behind you and nothing remains of regret...

I would not give it back,
	not one of our moments. 
		not a single stumble or blunder. 
			not an ill-timed smirk nor a mislaid intention.

I would not change anything,
	not even the scores of missteps which induced this interim of separation,
		nothing which designed who we are or what we became.
											
Do you still covet that sanctity of consonant minds and touches which was Us?
	Do you wonder if the smile of my pensiveness may lead
		to thoughts of a past which flows through time's unfinished seasons?

Do you even notice that soft-spun sensation that I am still near?

I carry an image of those myriad, fluent hours,
	a harmony of twin hearts and sighs, looped together 
		until millenniums shall applaud the indelible artistry, 

…which will always be Us.