We had things.
Together.
Thumbnail moons.
Moose.
Brick cheese.
Pain.
Bald girls
dancing on New Year’s Eve.
Joy.
Leaf raking.
Post event tasting.
Peaches.
Temple Tours.
Statue gazing.
Hotels.
Thai food twirling.
Travel.
Elf placing.
Funerals.
Videos.
Houseboats
Sleepless in Seattle.
Feet on the dashboard.
Duct tape on the mirror.
Omelets.
I was always afraid
to look and see
what she was doing.
Fearful I’d die
inside.
But I did look.
And now I know
that she’ll now know
I’ve missed her so.
Cyrano Writer: Musings of a Revolutionary Romantic Poet 