our love

our love is an endless pack of stamps
and sends me whirling around the planet
a blur of nights and days
carnival lights
sand and sea and snow and tree
and everything in between

our love is etched in a notebook
in a mailbox
beside the ocean
and in a jewelry box
where I keep my thin ring of grass

our love is a rack of empty hangers
prepared to carry the weight
hanging on for more than just
the sake of hanging on
a greater purpose to keep things elevated
than getting and staying high