Even I can’t deny it
That millions
Perhaps billions of
Years ago

Your moon tried to save
My sun
From going into a
Black hole

And you held onto me
As brave
&
Courageous
As you are now

‘I won’t let you go...’
But it was too much
Your fingertips
To hold onto

&
Millions
Perhaps billions of years ago
We said we’d meet again
Someday
Somehow
&
Our moons
&
Our suns
Exploded into a trillion
Different particles
Into space

Making their way into the waters
Into the trees
Submerged
&
Buried
For another million years

My heart recognized you
The moment I saw you
My sun knew
You were the moon
That collided
Millions
Perhaps
Billions
Of years ago
In front of that black hole
That dispersed us
To now

It’s time to make our own
Nebula

Where stars are born

See you so far ahead
The curvature of the earth
You leave in your wake
We
Are on the same map
Same course now
Using the same wind
Under the same stars
To
Navigate to

One day I’ll board
Your vessel
Tie off a line to the
Steerage
&
Let it take us anywhere
We want
In this life or the next
Our coordinates
Will line up

My god I hope it’s this
Life

She has a past that your mind will not wrap itself around fully
Her past will tell that little man
Inside your head lies
You know him
He’s the jealous one
The sleep on the couch man
The never returns texts
Or phone calls little voice
Little man

Ask yourself this little man
Inside my head
How much have you lost
Because of your rage
Your jealousy
Stupid accusations
&
Yet she stays
Her with her passion
Her glorious past
That she’s gotten over

Why haven’t you?

Years from now you’re either going to be considered one
Of the many jesters & fools
In her life or her
King

It’s up to you to decide

And if it’s already been
Years
I salute you
Your Highness

Those without vices will bore you to death with their virtues

Stay the hell away from these people...

If you think you’re having a
Bad day
Bad life

There are soldiers coming home
From a deployment
That consider it a success
Because they didn’t ****
Any children
This time

Remember that...

I see something she’d like
And it’s the day before
St Patrick’s Day

And I tell her
‘We should give gifts for
St. Paddy’s Day, start a tradition.’

She says sure
Then I elaborate
‘We talk all day in Irish accents
‘Give ourselves Irish names
‘And at 6pm we drink green beer
‘Take shots of Jameson
‘And give each other our gifts

She seems excited
‘Ok Shaughnessy how much
‘Money is in the account?

I check
$19.67 to make it to
Wednesday
&
I check
The cabinet
There’s old margarita mix
And potatoes

‘I guess we can talk in Irish accents tomorrow while I make Potato soup with our margaritas Maria...’

‘Who’s Maria?’
She asks

Our Alcoholic Christmas