ReallyDid (to lovers everywhere)

Gee I guess

That the only

Time that you

Miss the thing

That you’re missing

Is when someone

Fills it then

And only then

Will you realize

That all the

Things that you’ve

Been looking for

Didn’t really matter

But the simple

Things that you

Did really did

MorningMissing

Today life is

Showered in sheets

Of gray linen

From clothes lines

Snap and billow

High above me

Far off kisses

Land silently on

Perfumed paper and

Texts yearning desire

And longing ache

As this morning

Starts cool here

Missing you again

TicklingKisses (to my Boo)

Sometimes in life

We get used

To where we

Are so used

To in fact

That those sweet

Summer breezes and

Wet grass tickles

Turn normal until

Oh they’re gone

And then we

Miss them with

A full orchestra

Of heart ache

Instead perhaps we

Should ask another

What they see

And accept that

Those norm things

We have indeed

Are the treasures

That others seek

Once again enjoying

Each other’s sweet

Summer breezes and

Wet tickling kisses

OneEyedMorning (to boo)

At the very

First crack of

Light on the

East like a

Lamp seen on

The floor beneath

The door morning

Starts here with

The sweet delicate

Sounds of birdsongs

Much like you

Start next to

Me opening one

Eye halfway letting

Me see you

Sleepily bathed in

Quiet morning newness

ItReallyIs (to All of You)

What would life

Look like if

We trusted the

Unknown instead of

Filling the known

With things now

We tend to

Anticipate tomorrow as

Though we’re attending

Our own party

Expecting requested gifts

But isn’t tomorrow

A surprise party

We can choose

To either be

Giddy with glee

Or sadly disappointed

We can celebrate

Genuine affection or

Selfishly stack our

Deck assuring satisfaction

I urge you

To live today

And trust tomorrow

Not as certainty

But as an

Unexpected surprise because

It really is