Promise me
when we get old
you’ll still ask me
what I want to do
with my life
promise me
you won’t let me
get so busy
I stop leaving you funny notes
that I pretend
are written by our son
promise me
you’ll care for your body
with the tenderness you would
if it was mine
promise me
you’ll still leave me long voice mails
even if you one day learn
how to text
promise me
you’ll forgive this poem
it’s not like me to dig so hard
for refuge
from the hollow
of tomorrow
but last night I dreamed gravity was so tired
it forgot to hang on to us
and we floated away.