Fully Dressed

It was you in that dress

and it was the most perfectly wonderful thing

I had ever seen.

An easy existance

I want to exist in your world.

Blue

Pack your suitcase: your old Levi's, the sweater with the elbow patches. Get in your car. Turn on The Calling. Drive. Pass Campbell River, Courtney, head through Parksville. Stop in Nanaimo to stretch your legs, use the bathroom. Stock up on Sour Patch Kids and slushies. Keep driving. Duncan. Victoria. Pull over. Park. Knock on my door.

Tell me you you're sorry, your lips stained blue.

On mornings like this

On mornings like this

I do the crossword puzzle in bed, tangled up

in your sheets I try to see where your words overlap

with mine.

While you sleep, I decipher clues about two of the same

considered together and a person

with whom one has a strong affinity.

Six across and eight down; there isn't always room

but I fill your name in as the answer

to every question.

The theme is always the same

and I know that when you wake up,

you'll take your copy of the newspaper and do the same.

Permanent ink to fill in all of the blanks

where you and I connect.

Obstacle

Despite the walls you build, I'm still here, waiting on the other side.

Nostalgia

I think that I'm over you but then I remember

the way your eyelashes felt against my cheeks.

And I'm falling all over again.

Sweet

I remember how you ate strawberries just so that I could taste them when I kissed you. I didn't think that you could get any sweeter.