Years ago, I took Amanda to Yosemite to see the stars.

Days ago, I watched her marry a man under two tall trees.
And I offered, hours before the wedding, to drive us to Yosemite;
Or the night before, to see the stars, and she barely said, “no.”

I wanted to see what had become of ourselves, ten years, under the same sky,
Falling, like the sky coming into dawn, 
Into two separate lives.