You flicked your hair
out of your eyes and pointed, lazily.
thundering herds of alpaca
disappear over the mesa,
and then focused back on each other, dipping our toes
back into the rock-lined pool that meanders down the mountain.
Your skin was cool while my heart echoed their hooves.
Where would you be, today?
Are you all grown up
and a wife
and a dog
a horse ranch in the shadows of the hills?
and vague memories
of a summer long ago
with sun baked rocks and a lisping waterfall in the background
and a girl-woman whose heartbeat
was in time with yours.
Maybe you don't remember.