Looking up from underneath
Fractured moonlight on the sea
Reflections still look the same to me
As before I went under
And it’s peaceful in the deep
Cathedral where you cannot breathe
No need to pray, no need to speak
Now I am under all
And it’s breaking over me
A thousand miles down to the sea bed
Found the place to rest my head
Never let me go
Top Pot coffee in the morning.
Games of chess, winning and then losing.
Getaways to hot tubs.
Debates that ended in impasse.
Never being able to wake him up before noon.
Making him listen to whatever music I was into.
His peculiar dance moves.
His effing brilliant smile.
His total attention.
Cuddling up to him. Big spoon or little.
Drinking Old Fashioneds and eating red velvet cake.
Laying on top of him so my heart was as close to his as it could be.