Vision

The closer I get, the more involved I become

in admiration of an intricate design

every tiny detail

every fleck of color

every marking left by

time.

If: standing back

you still see the broken pieces

Let me lend you my eyes.

Felicity

Face striped by slats in sun

I was the one he preferred to eat with

tried to clean with his t-shirt before guests arrived

I apologized when the water stains wouldn’t budge.

My Goodbye brought no empowerment

It felt more like abandonment and it

wasn't enough It was a start

I'm smart enough to grip resolve

yet I've an elephant's romantic retention

It wouldn't be fair to call the present less for past Not when

the present is more than hot mashed skin and music and magic

though plenty of

That my past becomes

Hard to recall the days as his napkin-shrouded silver when I'm Hers

tonight

and maybe Tomorrow

we've talked about too much

but I did meet your heart, religion, politics before your

choice in wine.

Today

I am filled with gourmet.

I am proudly displayed

with chipped edges and all.