quantum theory of sorts

The mud from the deep puddle
splattered on my pants
clear up to the knee
when your foot slipped
off the wet cement curb
this morning at 3am

You were dashing
between there and there
a driven look
encircling the Y-shaped scar
between your eyes

missing any context
one would assume –
you were trapped
between two alternate universes
the destination unknown
until you’ve made your choice


one regret

sheets of rain
throbbing against the window

I’m remembering …
the umbrella you gave me
was in the backseat
when you drove away


velveted petals
opening for my purview
offer a glimpse of
pale stamen thrusting upward
covered in yellow pollen


early daffodils
blackbirds blanketing the lawn
still expecting snow


reminders come as wisps of
coffee, Colgate

French press, porcelain cups
left to cool over conversation
oak-stained tables,
the rings left behind

I knew I would love you
from the first slide
of my tongue ‘cross your teeth
gritty with minty freshness

I believe
the dregs always
are slightly bitter

we once shared

a bottle of wine from Mendoza-
homemade ravioli
with a vodka cream sauce

Coltrane softly wailing
the flicker of candlelight

lips whispering
against the faint bumps
of my spine

the sheets blushed
with sunrise
as you slip out of bed


check yes or no

I write you with
purple ink
swirled hieroglyphics
for you to translate

on lined paper,
a raggedy edge
where torn from
our old half-used up

line after line after line
I fill with days 

made of letters,

tasks, mundane milestones,
inconsequential goings-on

I only hear the clock ticking
softly after 4 am
when the house is alone
and even my breaths are silent

the envelope
stuffed with empty words
stamped by the door

we used to write
love notes
in smudged pencil,
the same paper
worn grey
from our hands

I’ve grown-up
and use pen 
as I make indelible statements
even as the words
have faded away

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