24/8

This is the 

way of things, 

I know:

we live 

and love 

and die,

And only 

the love 

remains.

Tomorrow River

The River 

of Tomorrow 

flows, 

Steady, 

beneath the ice. 

It is coming. 

It will not 

be 

stopped.

Cuddle Buddy

Home is this brown couch,
our feet pressed together and
a blanket between.

Haunted

This morning I woke up 

without you and-

try as I might-

I could not 

conjure your face. 

I drank coffee 

from your mug, 

wore the shirt 

you gave me 

six birthdays ago

(I’m still polite, 

even when you aren’t here),

I listened to all 

our favorite songs,

and recounted all 

the inside jokes, 

and still 

you remained 

on the other side 

of memory’s door. 

This is my fear, Love, 

that someday 

I will lose you 

completely 

and even your ghost 

will find other halls 

to haunt. 

Remember the Alamo

Empty hotel rooms,
but each one filled with your ghost.
I cannot escape.

Hindsight in 2020

This whole decade, Love,

and most of the one before.

My love still endures.

Reveille

Listen. 

Can you hear it? 

The final notes 

of the battle hymn 

are fading. 

Now: 

a new 

reveille.
The war
is over,
the time
for revelry
has come.