The whimper she projects is not one of fear, it is the squawk of survival, with no thought other than reconnecting to the broken chord.

Bet you never knew

that girl is hiding so much,

behind a small smile.

Two military men arrived at her door with an American flag and a stained letter.

I love taped flowers; they remind us how we can be broken, yet be a whole.

She was happily remarrying just as they tossed the first shovel of soil on his coffin.

The man in the restaurant

smiled at his date,

while the woman watching from his car

left her stockings and lipstick

but not by mistake.

I tried to follow her into the air,

but just fell to the ground,

seeing the powerful glare

that was words with no sound.

We met upon a summer day,

and danced ’neath golden moon;

but claimed by death, she couldn’t stay

and left me far too soon.