May #23

Cleaning,
going through papers,
things in my desk drawer,
I found a treasure trove
of love notes,
you to me.
They reminded me of things
I'd forgotten,
like how we use to write love notes
and hand them off between classes.
You bought me yarn,
we went for crabs,
I wrote pages
in your yearbook.
Funny how much you can forget
while remembering
still more.

May #5

I think tonight
I will convince him to go out
in the early hours
and watch the sun rise
as we languidly,
sleepily talk about nothing
and pretend to regret
staying up
all
night long
while really we will remember
how we loved and lived
and it will be perfection cherished.