Not Really Mine…

as passion spills from my pen…
I show him what I’ve written
ask if I should share…
or keep it hidden

he quietly demures…
shakes his head and says…
he would not censure my words
that I own my verse

I smile and sigh
knowing the truth deep inside
without him…
these little love notes…
would not even be here

The Day That Remembers What You Forgot

April 22nd is more than a day.
It is a melody you almost recognize,
a Beatles’ song that never made the album,
a tune humming in the back of your skull
like a childhood you can’t quite place.

It plays faintly,
as if someone left a radio on
in another universe.
You catch fragments,
a cho…Read More