I have daydreamed
love-drunk off foreign tongues
and felt that heat off hands which held fast
and unfamiliar.

I have waded in that.
A dizzying, dissimilar daze,
and I have been ashamed
to love a world and want to leave it
all in one kiss. One kiss
that is and wasn't and can't be

but someone roams the wisteria laden halls
and daydreams drunk in periwinkle
and she—is me.

And while I wile away my sleeping days
under golden archways, I think of you
...and you too.

Not yet
wait

The price of being alive
Is coping with the memories of what I nearly
Didn't survive.

That does it!
My heart got trashed again.
It's time to get renters insurance.

I learned
to plant the seeds
of happiness.
There are flowers
blooming
where the scars
used to be.

R.M.