In these waning days
when I might claim the age of
forty two let me
say without a doubt
there is something to be said
for a number to impart
the answer to life
the universe and everything
a collection of cells
congregating in
the semblance of a response
smiling tongues ululate
knowing ‘I love you’
is what we were meant to say
recognizing faces
as who we once were
who we may one day hope to be