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

Unfinished


life and love
have not been
fair to us

this was love
but once and
never again

none like this

the agony of
love lost is
pure pain

an agony of
the heart that
time and tears

will not assuage

because all
heaven and
earth know

that like my love
for you will never
end this love

poem for you
will forever
stay

unfinished

to keep loving
you long after
I’m gone

Odds and Ends No. 69


I’m still in Oxford by way of Endeavor
back to Inspector Lewis but not sure
why I’m watching these over and over.

A middle of the week martini is rare for
me as was the salad. It was either that
or throw the lettuce out tomorrow.

The BBC must be part of my grieving
process or some process not sure
at this point.

What could have been a productive
book editing day turned into a so-so
OneNote vs. Evernote shoot out.

Add to that late afternoon thunder
storms and the day was meant to
be weird. The joy of the day was

texting you, loving you by emoji
and laughter that neither of us
could hear, but could feel deep

down inside we miss each other
so very much. Martini, salad,
cheese, and a few crackers with

Lewis and Hathaway where I
found them ten years ago made
me think about where I might

be ten years from now. Then, I
decided that wasn’t a good idea.
When I had a plan the future

went awry. Wrong plan. So, I don’t
have a plan beyond today and the
future remains a mystery. I put my

dishes in the sink and decided it
was far better for me to think of
you; so I smiled as I thought about

what it would be like to touch your
hand or trace your lips with my
finger and how lovely it would be

to linger over coffee with you every
morning for the rest of my life and
talk about anything at all.