...and so many colors
I will have seen...
the menacing greys
and pine greens
the soft pink and purples
of spring
and summer blue
and so many others
without you.

our feet
are grape-squashed in memories

our skins are still flushed
from the touch
of summer’s lips.

some winters
will never melt

some summers
will never freeze

and some things will only
... live in poems.

tell me
of something fiercer
than the love with which
i gaze upon you

of something softer
than the tenderness
with which i hold you.

I realized

June had never been
just a month

music...
never just a tremble
on my lips

warmth was never
merely a blanket.

there are some poems
that we leave behind
some that leave us behind

while some just live
silently
in the heart

crumble, sometimes
dwindle
disappear
die

and are reborn
when you smile again.