Curtains (to Bean)

It’s interesting to

Realize that even

Without you here

Things that you

Touched ate or

Heard somehow reminds

Me of you

As though you

Are still here

As I touch

Eat and hear

Them once again

You are hanging

Here like curtains

Of my life

Thumbprint

We all make

A mark somewhere

In this life

Sometimes as broad

As shoveling

A path through

Snow drifts or

The placement of

Bread atop refrigerators

That change how

We see things

Or find things

Yet some are

As subtle as

A thumbprint on

Those you love

TrueLove (to Bean)

In love we

Tend to chase

What we want

And avoid what

We need true

Love is uncomfortable

And hurts but

True love teaches

Us hope in

Things beyond ourselves

AtoB (to bean)

There is nothing

As bad as

Being picked over

Chosen over others

There’s this purity

Being all alone

In a world

Of others perhaps

Now it’s your

Time to fly

Am I done

Have you finally

Arrived at B

When we initially

Started at A

ComingOut (to Bean)

And then others

Exposed him then

For someone that

He knew he

Was yet he

Didn’t want others

To know until

They discovered him

For himself not

Because who he

Was but who

He was for

Them sound familiar

The most remembered

Are the most

Ridiculed in life