Let’s get lost in the woods! he says.
So we pack up some chicken and try.
And we trek through the groves of aspens and thorns and the sun streams down and a magpie caws and we climb a hill and a deer runs off and we share our snack and we kiss for awhile and he braids my hair and we spin around…
and we’re still not lost so we run down the hill and we laugh and we laugh and we laugh and we laugh and suddenly, he cries.
What’s wrong, my love? I ask,
and I touch him all over to find out why.
And he says, it was a fun idea,
but I’ll never be lost when it’s just you and I.