anam cara.

i knew when i saw you standing in
that hall,
khaki shorts and soda stained shirt
admiring children’s art
that we would be together.

i find now
a year has passed and it’s not quite
how it was-
yet it hasn’t changed one bit.

you see, we’ve left our footprints
on the very start of each other’s paths.
so every time we turn to look,
we’ll know how the journey began.

and even when there are bends in the road
i like to think we will remember one another,
how we looked into each other’s eyes
and our souls sang.

the junk drawer.

there’s a drawer we go to
with all of our worries.
we like to think it’s full of
useful things.
full of magic and secrets.
but really, it’s just
full of junk.

and maybe that’s where i’ll
store our memories.
your pictures and
my love for you.
so when i go looking for something useful
i’ll remember
to look elsewhere.