we talked about you today
in the way people do
when they assume their hazy dreams
hold the future’s reality
we gave you color and complexes
and made you a heroine for saving
the anti-hero
glaring on his deathbed
—
later on my own
i remembered you remain conjecture
your tousled brown curls
and green-grey eyes
maybe you’ll be a shocking redheaded spitfire
maybe you only exist
in the reality of dreams
that are summer-thin gossamer veils
—
still i imagine you there, somewhere
in the hinterland of possibility
hoping i’ll meet you one day
and will read you this
having forgotten the inside joke
the joker and the anti-hero
but thankful the punchline came true
in you
