a little ditty about chemistry

maybe, a stray electron
(you) left orbiting me
stole one of mine because it was free

released on exhale
caught in a kiss

burning a trail
where thumb grazed lips

still on the loose, synaptic melee
phantom love, i found you
oh, do it again!


Everything old is new

What is left to say about love?
It’s all been done.
Those without cry for the day
when two are one.


Essentially.  Me.

Daughter. Friend. Wife.
All I can be. The end of life.
Pretense crumbles: I prepare to take flight
Swirl away, fly today, wisp of light-
As the layers give, with moments to live
You are the last I will let go