She got it.

She greeted us
shook our hands

She understood why we came
She made eye contact
with both of us

She saw the look we gave each other

She explained the plan clearly
She put in the labs
and the appropriate referrals

She listened

Most of all
she did not smile too much

Love
grew in me
our microbiomes merging
our souls singing
our days dipping
into honey joy
savory sweet
made for two
me and you
At Last!

After the storm on Thursday
a breeze swirled around bare legs
whispered promises and flew under skirts
as summer gathered the dregs

of humid, spent, sticky nights
and realized it was time to go.
She didn’t bother with goodbye,
slipping south without a show

Only the geese resolved
to win her back, honking wistfully,
and set their course toward the siren
of fading memories