If we get the chance to come back
in our next lives, in other lives,
I will be the trelis and you will be the vine.
Climb me, wrap your hands around me,
curl yourself up around my rougher edges.
It won't matter if we don't recognize each other —
you, the lovely chain of flowers, and me,
the unbending structure —
because we never really got the chance
to know each other quite so well
as the plant knows the frame that cradles it.
