the platitudes of willful resemblance

oh, and it’s Valentines day too.

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a love poem

I caught your glance

and offered a small gift

which you refused.

an apple,

a token, to toe

the water.

another month and you would acquiesce

to my teenaged display of nerves.

I was twenty-three

you were soft and scared

and thinking I’d meant to use you

but I’d love you instead.

you humored me

answering every question

I had.

you were twenty-five

and I knew, over coffee

that first night

at Denny’s,

our life would be braved

unknown

together.