I like your poems,
even if they aren't about me;
you are a darn good writer
and my only note has always been
you should do it more.
I search for them
and you
every morning,
ritualistically,
before I brush my teeth.
I water the garden
with a dizzy heart,
and when it comes to playing
the violin in the rain for pain,
we are only left with a sky-full of questions.