Funny how 
the mountains 
this morning 
resemble candy 
strawberry peaks
chocolate timber 
vanilla foothills 
after the 
snow fell 
all wrapped 
in the 
paper clouds 

Is it 
love or
loved too
do such 
things expire
only to
exist again 
or is
it over 
when it’s 
just one 
why do 
people have 
tickets for 
love that 
have never 
been punched 

Floating I suppose 
hovering maybe too
looking down upon 
and upwards also 
having been removed 
like a letter 
from its envelope 
once read remembered 
read again often 
this is what 
I would imagine 
life would be 
once love would 
be no longer 

I should 
probably do
more than 
this with
my life 
and yet 
maybe this 
is enough 
just doing 
this very 

There’s a ribbon 
hanging above mountains 
made of gold 
making me remember 
that one dance 
back in school 
at the lake 
afterwards and you 
wore that same 
in your hair 
like a halo
and I being 
unworthy knelt down 
in homage to 
my prom queen