Your intensity
was obviously
not as intense
as where mine went.

I figured
you were tired
or too busy
to write me.

So I went West alone
and had island fun.
Just my brother’s family
and intensely me.

Now I’ve returned to the mainland, refreshed;
Ready, if you are, to give you my best.

Sunburned, let me know/
when you’ve returned from your beach/
sojourn to Cabo!

It’s been a long time/
since I drooled in my slumber./
I have thoughts of you.

Independence Day./
What are you free from? Mind myths?/
Your past? Wrong guilt? Me?

It’s hard when one who/
thought of and missed you a lot,/
suddenly doesn’t.

When you’ve waited your/
lifetime, a few minutes more/
makes little difference.

We don’t talk much. I’m/
shocked when she reminds me: I/
still haven’t met Ed.

‘Not romantic’ly’/
was what she said, hopefully,/
crushing my query.

I asked someone if she minded if I texted her late at night, and if she got them, what she thought. She said (in a poem), that they made her smile and she enjoyed them. This is the result.

Sleep on then,/
U wonderous beauty,/
and I’ll view it again/
as a priviledge, not a duty,/
to help U 2 smile/
for a while,/
as U drift off deep/
back 2 sleep.

When pork tastes/
ick,/
it goes to waste/
and makes me sick.