We’ll meet maybe
have a good weekend
we just can’t agree
it’s not about you
your life your fears
it’s mine too you see
Tag: Short poem
Online Observation
He scrolled
top to bottom
she didn’t
mind a bit
She scrolled
bottom up
he’s taken
in her view
Knowing?
When I’m next to you
and you me, we will be
what we’ve yet to feel
complete and absolute
knowing we are real.
Cold Storage
Tear drops filtered
heart laden one’s retrieved
pure distillates of love
cryogenically preserved.
She said/I guess
She said I like you
here beside me. I
guess not above,
below, behind her.
She said you’ll need
to love yourself to
love me. I guess
he never did.
