When Were We, Last?

Pretend we’re there and it’s then.
We were, so we can.
It’s not trespassing and won’t
strain faith.

Wrap your mouth around the
old names
if not the actual lips.

All along, the voices have been
filling each other in,
outgrowing us
and our weathering skin.

I see their shapes in a
raised glass.

Yes, you can bring the past back
by missing it
the way shadows animate the
light the candle casts.

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