I said I'd see you in Savannah

I said

I'd see you in Savannah

at sometime in the spring.

Down amidst the Spanish moss

I'd tell you everything:

family recipes and prayers,

coordinates and passwords,

secrets I've been saving up

for our forever afters.

But

if the chill still hugs the ground,

if, for a time, spring's shelved,

meet me in cold Canada,

my secrets to myself.