You are the dab of butter melting

in my morning grits. The incessant flicker

from the candles glowing in my room.

You’re in that glass, the golden dancer

of bubbles tingling my nose and mouth.


As I approach that stop sign,

you’ll be that blinding bus,

at each street corner,

stealing my time even years after graduation.


Remembering as I do, you.

The highlighter that lit up my life.

So bold, and so brilliant.

Forget the other paragraphs,

yours were the only words that mattered.



It wasn’t until early on a Tuesday

the daily shift to morning from night.

Allowing a bright sun to greet us

as the moon planned its escape.



There you were, a stranger in my bed

Like a yolk surprise, cracked before my eyes,

I finally saw your true colors