...and

I enjoy starting Poems
With, "...And"
As if the reader was privy
To the sacrosanct thoughts
And nebulous emotions
That unspeakingly begin
Each one of my attempts
At reconciliation between
My world
And others I perceive to be
Far Greater.

Godspeed.

On Purpose,
While separating our library,
I gave you books back
You had once given me
As Gifts.
And every time you open
Their sorrow-filled pages
I want your own inscribed handwriting
To remind you of
What you gave up on.

Also,

I hope your next lover finds them,
,gets jealous,
And wonders just how
You could have surrendered
What we had.

I know I do.

Interstate Five

From the tip of her feet
To the utmost of
Her glorious head
And back
I travel.
Sometimes slowly, taking
My gentle time
Other times I race

Up

Down

Back and

Forth (and back)

As if I can't decide
Where we fit best, together.
And always,

Always,,,,
Through it all
The music plays in the background.
It is the soundtrack
To our decades-long love affair,
The Golden Lady,
and Me.