



She is doing the dishes, washing his cup
Staring out the small kitchen window
To her garden, memories blooming
The sweet smell of a fresh summer
A longer breath out
The cup with “The greatest dad”, a gift
From the two big men, then their boys
She would watch, through the window
How…

Grief is love
Love is grief
It’s the only mantra that keeps me safe
It’s the only mantra that keeps me sane
Because now it means that the emptiness
Has a romantic meaningful reason to exist
And it not just senseless senselessness
This emptiness dragging on to amount to nothing
…

All the guys I’ve dated, and I liked the time spent
I wished for time to pass, for the silence to end
Appropriate timing for the next message sent
Except with you, I know time needs to pass
I remember most of them, well dressed, kept
Afraid of jumping in, scared off by real dept
My interest lost in their futures, all mapped
Except with you, I enjoy the untold chaos
With all of them a glorious victory earned
Each kiss and date, stories to the concerned
Every time, when it ended, a new lesson learned
Except with you, no needed scoring to uphold
They are part of my tumultuous past, shown
Names and numbers, left lost in my phone
Flashes of faces in my fading memory, gone
I felt uncertain with all of them, never with you