I’ve been bombarded with love poems everywhere lately, and for the most part, they’ve been nothing but sunshine. I am grateful for my partner every day, and also, some days being human and in love is uncomfortably hard. These poems are for those of us who embrace the bittersweet.
Every Afternoon, I Call You At Work
Not to relay anything timely or important,
but to hear the tired timbre of your voice
turn yellow. We are both trying to save
the world. To combat cynicism & despair.
Most days, we darken by noon, overmine
our weary hearts as deep cobalt threatens
to pollute hopeful veins. You answer
on the first ring. I tell you
about the groundhog in our yard
(I’m overwhelmed) or how the sun
is too hot (I’m exhausted) or what I think
we should make for dinner (I love you).
I listen as your colors change & feel mine
shift too—blue to blond, resigned
to resistant, tired to energized. Fueled by
the thread tethering your love to mine.
Some Days I Am a…