& when I rush to get home,
Before I lay my keys down.
You’ll put your arms around me
& fill me with so much joy.
You give me a feeling that’s both
Happy & ecstatic.
I don’t want to have to miss you
Then wait forever to kiss you.
The sort of thing that happens
When least expected.
It’s always easier than it sounds.
But seeing you smile always
Puts things in perfect perspective.
When I rush to get home
I’ll yell out that I am here &
When I do, my mind will ask my heart
Why am I so loud.
When it does I’ll reply that I’ve
Filled all the empty space
Around with pieces of her.
& when I yell out I am easily reminded,
Before she is seen
Before she is heard.
That she is completely safe.
That she is comprised of all the small things
That make life worthwhile.
The smallest patter of feet &
Being attacked by the gentlest thing
Such as a hug.
It really is easy to take for granted
When I rush to get home,
I am going to crawl into the bed
Of her arms & sleep for as long
As she allows me to

I am a stranger,

I have no sense of humour –


that bridges the gap.

~
Lost inside a labyrinth

Tight-lipped tinkerer
open-mouthed cynosure

Pressing matters completing their circuit
all things said, but not spoken

Osculated locution, succinct phrasing
released, but not heard

The human element imparting
seminal spark
—together felt and touched

A tingling syntax
owing to its art
becoming its nucleus
~

My therapist says:

ghosts are just normal people –


haunting in the mind.

I wanted to tell you something
I practiced for hours
I came up with different versions
I needed to do it

But you didn’t answer
Nor the next day
Nor the next

Now it doesn’t feel special
I feel stupid for even wanting
To share with you something
So personal

Instead of talking to you
And getting closer
I’m reduced to writing you
About the distance

A dog woofs woofwoof,

and I ask: What do you mean? –


The dog woofs woofwoof.