I want to know what slides into
your heart sideways 

What an orange slice tastes like
to you

How your fingers feel when they
press the mouth of the snapdragon
to make the flower laugh

Whose feelings you spare
when you lie
and most importantly
how you will love what you have loved
after you are gone 

When I am gone,
I will rattle
fence posts in the fog
and lay down as droplets  
on bright green grass

And when your bare feet stand in the river  
I will swirl around you
a parade of little notes 
folded like paper boats
saying
Yes, yes, yes.