What love was

That summer we drove to the Grand Canyon
just the two of us
blasting across the desert, I wondered
how many dinosaur bones lay beneath
waiting to be discovered.
We never made it to the Grand Canyon
sitting together
on the side of the road
watching the sun set
I remember thinking
if no one ever stopped for us
if the sun bleached our bones white
if the wind blew a mountain over us
maybe someday an archeologist would dig us up
look at us lying there
and know
what love was.