Last night,

I dreamt about Sarah climbing…

Our friends cheer you on as you narrate in an Australian accent,

“Ladies and gentlemen, his most, amazing,”

you struggle to climb onto my shoulders,

crushing my chest with your knees and smothering my tear-streamed laughing face with your hands,

“feat as yet to speak of in the...”

you triumphantly wrap your legs around my shoulders,

“truly rare sport of Sarah climbing.”

That,

was love.

That,

is how I’ll remember us.