Of all the people 
in all the world 
through all the years 
there was just one 
who I wished would 
walk through my door 
again and he did 
miracles happen and dreams 
do sometimes come true 
so never stop hoping 
or believing or trusting 
that there’s more to 
this life and happiness 
thing than we know 

And he’s gone 
but not forgotten 
back to life
me to mine 
his is busy
mine not much
he still has 
fights to fight 
whereas I simply 
quietly remember mine 
he brings excitement 
I bring peace 
salt and pepper 
bread and butter 
ketchup and mustard 
what we are
delicious standing alone 
scrumptious when combined 

It’s only 
the one 
who when 
absent their 
memory smiles
and you 
do too

I’m not going 
to miss you 
because I have 
you again finally 
I’m not going 
to miss you 
because I’m not 
ever going to 
ever again lose
you I found 
you once and 
then you found 
me again and 
now neither will 
ever happen again 
I’m not going 
to miss you 
for here you 
will always be 
here with me 

It is so rare 
to find someone with 
whom you get along 
not just tolerate but
blend like watercolors that 
lose their definition when 
painted together someone who 
knows your song and 
hums along at the 
same time you sing 
it is so rare
to find someone who 
effortlessly folds drapes and 
delicately hangs around you 
without distraction or delusion
someone who somehow does 
those very things naturally 
a mirror a reflection 
a complement a spice