They have reached the wrinkled days
Happy and content
Side by side

He kisses her on the cheek
She smiles with a smile that is both fresh and well worn

They are mature but beautifully so

While their hearts are young and getting younger

They know the good and the not so good
they focus on the former and find peace

They have reached the wrinkled days
Happy and content
Side by side

You say,
"We'll see,"
I take that as a yes.
"Will you call me?"
"We'll see,"
So I stay up and wait,
and wait,
But your exhaustion
creeps in,
and that yes
becomes another "We'll see."
For tomorrow, at least
since you've fallen asleep.
I guess I'll just listen for you
calling to me in my dreams.

E.R.T.

Some people are just one word
Others a few more
Even a few that are many
For you
There are no words
Because you’re an experience
Just as one can’t explain
What it’s like to lie in the sun
To someone who’s never seen the sun
I can’t tell the world
Why I love you

You sketched me out with grey designs,
leaving room for changes.
You edited my story lines
by deleting all our pages.

You painted me with watercolors,
leaving an ever-changing hue.
Yet in the end what should’ve been
a familiar face, was one you barely knew.

All your teardrops on the paper
left marks between erased lines.
So it became so clear, my dear,
how much you had changed your mind.

Erasing, changing, rearranging
until you were done and pleased.
Then you stepped back to find that you
made me a disaster-piece.