Another walk through the woods
another dip in the spring
another chance to hold your hand
and
another chance to whisper wisdom

the bababbling brook lays
beyond broken branches
and that is where
the flume awaits us both

j.h.

the coffee stain on my napkin reminds me of you
and that time you wrote me a letter
telling me all your secrets
including
that you loved me

the paint stain on my t-shirt reminds me of you
and that time we painted my room
and you told me more secrets
including
that you loved me

the sharpie stain on my jeans reminds me of you
and that time in the park
when you told the world our secret
that we love each other

j.h.