V
e. e. cummings (1894-1962)

in spite of everything
which breathes and moves, since Doom
(with white longest hands
neatening each crease)
will smooth entirely our minds

-before leaving my room
i turn, and (stooping
through the morning) kiss
this pillow, dear
where our heads lived and were.

Joseph Cornell - Duane Micheals photo

reflecting

and someday
in the quiet, when she's gone
i can reflect on
what she's meant to me.
	it has to be when she is gone
	and knowing
	i won't understand 'til then,
	what I'll have lost.