Waking Up

Waking up, I felt a little sick.
and thought to myself…

“I should take the day off!”
(pause for a few seconds)
running to the computer,
frantically counting,
days off.

All before she wakes up.

“We could go on a trip”
Thinking quickly…
“Ithaca!”

“Kimberly, I have 3 days left”
“Actually, 2 now”…
(pause for a few seconds)
“I’m taking today off”
“You are!”, Kimberly’s eyes widened

“And we’re going to Ithaca”
“We are!”, Kimberly had become
wildly excited!

We continued to sleep
for some hours.
Healing from
a sleep deficit.

Packing up snacks, water,
the dog.
We left our home.
Departing
because of spontaneity.

The trip was
as fun as
the destination.

We saw flowers and water,
climbed on rocks.
Kimberly even did yoga,
out in public.
A first for her!
I was
and still am
immensely proud of her.

As I Sit Here

Dearest love, best friend and partner for life Kimberly:

As I sit here,
in the lucid loneliness of the graveyard shift.

Slaving tirelessly over a keyboard in a cold office
as if it were a hot stove and I were cooking pancakes.

I feel a longing for that feeling of home
that being beside you brings me, brings us.

As I sit here,
fervently studying the opcodes of the 8080.

My mind cannot focus on programming, I miss you.
I miss your familiarity and texture.

Although we’re only 45 minutes apart tonight,
it feels like hours.

Yours truly,
Aaron

A Smile More Beautiful Than The Sun

Boundless energy builds up
inside of you and
you have nowhere to let it out.
So you turn inward into
a ball and wait for
the rage to subside.

Then, I come into the
picture. I blanket you
to help ease the pain.
Or, at least provide
some comfort.

As the anger disperses and
the depression quelled and
lucidity persists. Our
eyes meet and I see
your smile.

A smile more beautiful than the sun.

Most At Ease

I’m most at ease when
I’m with you.
When we’re exploring a
future possible home or
a new
attracting
forest.

I’m most at ease when
we’re playing tennis.
And one of us smacks
the ball
out
of
the
court.

I’m most at ease when
we’re creating.
Painting our selves
onto
canvas.

I’m most at ease when
you’re smiling.
When you’re beating me
at all the
video games
we play
together.

I’m most at ease when
you rest your head on
my shoulders.
When you fall asleep on
my lap during all the
silly documentaries
with animal
penises
and
feces.

I’m most at ease when
it’s just us.
When you and I are
all
that
we are.