Spinning Love

I have watched you
Over those years
When love has spun us around
As though we were riding
The red waltzer.
Like we used to.
When nothing made sense
Except everything.

We have tried to scramble back
Onto that red waltzer
But we are slow
We carry too many bags
Weighing us down
Black and cumbersome.
Yet precious and full of clues
About our love.

I can hardly remember us then
How we spelled out
Our love
In ways we couldn’t understand
Impossible to translate.
But now the ride has ended.
So I open the bag
And take out the first clue.