Unnecessary Proposal

Bruzzy's ReceptionI never actually proposed. There was no getting down on one knee, no ring in the jacket pocket, no sweaty palms in my lap waiting to pop the question and wondering what her answer would be, and definitely no long engagement where we grew old before we even got married. Instead, there was a tacit understanding between us from the beginning, actually, regarding where our relationship was going. It was almost zen-like the way we operated from the beginning, knowing each others’ thought processes and just relying on that in order to make those plans without even speaking our wishes. In fact, at one point I turned to Heidi and I asked her:

“So, we getting married or what?”

And she looked at me like I had gone out of my mind, then she smiled and said:

“Don’t be silly.”

That was it, at least until we actually went to get the marriage certificate. What might have constituted a proposal was when we both said, virtually at the same time, after she had gotten us tickets to Ireland:

“Want to get married while we’re there?”

Seriously, too, it was almost at the exact same time, like a pastel pink lightbulb had gone off over her head at the same time that another one in matching pale blue went off over mine. And that was it. We were getting married. Continue reading “Unnecessary Proposal”

Fissure

The line advances slowly Jagged and artificial As black as grim night Unending pitch dark She toes the line Tiptoe thin, fragile Spun like spiderwebs Silken in their mean And she dances lean Poetic in her moves Razor-thin and sharp Careful not to fall While the chasm deepens Between warring emotions Churning deep inside The … Continue reading Fissure

Your Name

I know your name It used to be as close As my own It kissed my lips And stayed for a while Not uninvited, but safe Secure in the invisible But that’s trust To fall without looking Hands in the air Slipping away Because you’re not here And I’m left wanting A name split in … Continue reading Your Name