'Even There' by Lyn Lifshin

One of my favorite poems by the late Lyn Lifshin

who I found out recently passed away.

"it was December
and yes finally
you wanted me
we ran down the
slick narrow road
houses leaned
together the colors
wine and brown
remember the cracked
snow our scarves
floating getting
there out of
breath our
hair melting
boots clicked under
the door there
were quilts on the
sloped ceiling
and the old
stove you smile
toward going to
heat up some
coffee. I kept
looking around
to get it right:
your suede jacket
hanging in several
places your
mouth was
corduroy I wanted
to touch
but even in the
dream every
time I came close to you
that place that
was you
changed to air"
-Even There, Lyn Lifshin