sudden cold snap
an unexpected breeze
like when he left
only to turn around
to touch my face again
Monday
you have been called
blue
but I wave my wand
and call you gold
leaving the blues
in the can behind me

you are a stranger now
not overlooking my own
peculiarities
we walk about
barely knowing one another
(despite matching scars
like ties and shoes)

the fog lifts
and I see your face
but if you open up
to your very depths
in the sunshine
I just might get at
the heart of you

after a restless night
the sky opened up – not spectacularly
but slowly – with peach schnapps,
amber ale, and pink champagne
leaving me to wonder
what this cocktail of a day
has in store