Purple


if I could see magenta
I’d tell you

but I can’t

if I could see mauve
I’d tell you

but I can’t

besides taupe isn’t
really a color is it

if I told you I feel
blue there is so
much more

on a day like today
filled with struggle
and pain

I want to tell you
I feel purple

but I can’t

Time and Touch


Hot tea soothed my soul
as I pondered the extent
to which we love one
another.

As I thought of our love I
became aware of why it is
so hard to understand the
magnitude of it.

It is because our love for
one another is not bound
by the limits of time and
touch or soul and space.

You Know


I introduced the romantic notion
of an airport kiss.

You know.

The type of thing you’d expect to
see in a romantic comedy on the
big screen.

You know.

She lands in a snow storm. He is
waiting where he can see them
all deplane.

At the last minute he thought it’d
be cute to bring a name sign like
they do in the movies.

The door opens. People stir. It
takes a minute or two before
anyone appears.

He sees her. She looks around. Her
eyes stop when she sees the sign
handwritten in black marker,

“COOKIE.”

She smiles and their eyes meet.

You know.

We joked about an airport kiss
while deep down inside we were
secretly wondering if we’d

ever meet again someday.

You know.