Instead.

I think he likes the sun
Because he knows it's what he needs,
And I think he needs the sun
Because he knows there's greater things.
And I think he needs the sun
Like she decided it's time to make lists-
And keep them connected to the pages,
Bound tightly, because connected is
Better than crumpled in her fist.

And she knows she wants the lists
Like he knows he needs the sun,
Because these days are coming unspoken
And she believes it might be alright,
As long as they let her keep her feet.
And she thinks it's going to start moving
While he's chasing after the light
Because the middle of the night
Is warmer than it was all last year,
And her notes are scratching
Their way off the sides of the refrigerator.

She has to have her soul ready.

And she knows she wants the lists because
It reminds her she can really know herself.
And he knows he needs the sun because it
Reminds Him that he can really know someone else.

I don't know how to tell them.
That today it all may happen.
And that when it does--
It really is better to abandon a list
To fall in need of the sun.
That dissolving into light is the only way
To keep the bits of yourself from
Erasing at the touch of somebody else's hands.