V 
e. e. cummings (1894-1962) 

in spite of everything 
which breathes and moves, since Doom 
(with white longest hands 
neatening each crease) 
will smooth entirely our minds 

-before leaving my room 
i turn, and (stooping 
through the morning) kiss 
this pillow, dear 
where our heads lived and were.

Joseph Cornell - Duane Micheals photo

reflecting

and someday
in the quiet, when she's gone
i can reflect on
what she's meant to me.
	it has to be when she is gone
	and knowing
	i won't understand 'til then,
	what I'll have lost.