So, the little things are what truly matter in the end-a poem for DJ

Listening to endless droning about my crazy job Taking the car to get repairs Calling to make sure I am in the Uber and safe Drying tears over feelings hurt once again An impromptu lunch to celebrate a small success Trying new things like apple picking to celebrate my traditions Buying me more new reads…

So, another love poem while lying in the bed…

Paired by more than happenstance Through the misty air I could feel your presence. Though my eyes were closed and the waves were crashing hard against the rocks, I knew you were there. Even though there were no plans to have this clandestine meeting, It didn't surprise me that you traveled a continent away. That's…