Surpresas

The sun sets on us

once again

as the dogs curl up

under the truck bed.

I can’t recall

what we were laughing at

as I take your cold hands in mine

and blow into them.

One look from you

and I internally laugh at the sky

for maybe the fourth time

this week;

everything makes sense now.

I saw you and

everything was clear;

clearer than the mountain sky

you gave me,

clearer than the water

rushing under us.

Do you believe

in missing puzzle pieces?