While we are
a sum of
parts we are
whole when it
comes to heart
we can’t be 
carved and taken 
bit by bit 
as so many 
open relationships do 
nowadays looking for 
someone to top
off their glass 
left kinda empty  

I’d rather not 
than be the 
me I’ve been 
and maybe one 
day the who
for someone else 
but until then 
you will find 
me there at
the edge of
the pier waiting 
for the sun 

As I stand
here brushing teeth 
I realize that 
I’m in love 
with someone who 
did once too
oh well I 
guess that I’ll
swish and spit
and go about 
my merry way 
always thinking hoping 
for another day 

The blue
of who
and what
peeks around 
the corner 
peeps across 
and down 
the door 
it peels 
night away 
and kneels 
to day

The light 
comes in
a nod
a tap
a turn
and see
something new 
is happening 
be it
you be 
it me
maybe be
it we