I.

“The sky looks ******.”
your nose is upturned,
your mouth is open,
your eyes are wide.

I notice the first rain drop
sit on your bottom lip
of your mouth, agape.

You lick it off.

II.

The first tear
rolls down slow
waiting for me to notice.

I see it as you turn
and run for your car.
You blast the stereo.

It’s our song.

III.

For every imperfection;
your different colored eyes
and wavering faith

There are perfections;
The back of your neck
and ornate vocabulary.

I love balance.

IV.

One time you were told,
“No one loves just once,
there are many great loves.”

And you said,
“I have many great loves,
they just fit in one person.”

You convinced yourself.

V.

After three drinks
you tell me you’re
feeling honest.

I ask what your
first thought was
when you saw me.

“I won’t have to die alone.”