AugPoWriMo 3

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