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
My 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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- To Have and to Hold Until Death Has No Part
- Boulevard Park, Bellingham
- Why Cats Stay in Abusive Relationships
- Round the Corner
- Oldest River
- late dreams, autumn
- Dare
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