I hear the familiar
growl of steel against 
street beneath my window 
it reminds me of 
irritating thoughts which remain 
scratching and clawing attention 
the plow rumbles relentlessly 
like what I’d imagine 
bad decisions would do 
or even an avalanche 
of stone cold regret 
plows have a purpose 
I suppose clearing way
from things done before 
much like I imagine 
forgiving and forgetting do

I think of you 
when I’m not thinking 
for thoughts to me
are like those mirages 
to a thirsty man 
while you have become 
that only one oasis 
upon where I rest

I find love 
in my friendships 
whether they old
or maybe new
friends are where 
I find love 
where I can 
be my self 
wholly and unbridled 
and where then
I see myself 
in a little 
piece of them 
for the love 
that friends have 
is the love 
that hearts keep 

It has always been 
about the laughing you 
whether it is quiet 
like springs call from 
the very first robin
or one of those 
knee slapping belly holding 
and bell pealing guffaws 
but my favorite one 
is the roll over 
and looking at me 
in the nights moonlight 
smiling eyes in the 
dark sleepy grin kind

It’s no surprise to 
me that we have 
each other again for 
we each went through 
something extraordinary and shouldered
the hard work alone 
making us stronger together 
I am for him
as he is for 
me each others reward 
from the Universe Itself