Filling

I tend to

Build new relationships

On the shoulders

Of old ones

As though my

Love is a

Seven layer cake

With the sweetest

Filling at the

Bottom not because

It’s the best

Just the first

Upon which all

Others are measured

SkippingStones

We knew almost

Almost immediately that

We knew each

Other before then

When we were

Different but the

Same that somehow

This time we

Remembered then when

Things were exactly

The way today

Skipping stones almost

Always skip before

They dive into

Where they belong