Poem: Favorite Person

Photograph of lilies by Ray Hemachandra

Favorite Person

The excitement of hello
vibrates and shines
not with the promise of what’s to come
but just for itself
the best possible moment
every morning, every day

How lucky
that I get to see
my favorite person
each day, that I have
a favorite person
to love

I remember when a moment
a hello wasn’t enough
when I wanted more
thought I needed more
risked hello to have it
and lost that fragile hello
a friend, a love
other friends and loves too

Lily photo by Ray HemachandraMy favorite person and I
walk through stores and forests
on paths and sidewalks
in museums and bowling alleys
offer bright hellos and sometimes
just sometimes people smile, reply

Other sometimes, they afterward shake
their heads, one in a couple looking down,
looking back. The world is filled with people
who haven’t learned to say hello
or who have forgotten because they
don’t have their favorite person


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