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.

Unpunctuated


it’s a holiday
I wasn’t going
to write today

but as the day
wore on I knew
I had to tell you

one more time
that I love you
which is so true

I don’t have the
words for it and
there is so much

I was aching to
tell you that
I wouldn’t let

anything stand
in my way even
punctuation

I didn’t want to
pause to think or
pause to fuss or

stop to examine
no I love you
more than our

love apart can
feel can say can do
can think or fathom

our love is such
that nothing can
stop it our love

is who we are and
words can’t explain
it what can keep us

apart it is like trying to
keep light from the day
or dark from the night

in its simplest form or
at its most complex it
will always be the

uncut version of our
lives the truth of who
we are and love

this unfathomable
life of ours that is
a forever love at its

best unpunctuated