I gotta say,
unknown and lovely girl,
I never would have thought I’d write
another poem into your eyes after I lost,
not just my trust in love, but my own faith.
But here I’m,
not because of covid that, emotionally,
threw us over the edge, but because of you,
though, don’t ask why, just let ride along today.
November,
Christmas is just around the corner
and in Oregon, in this time of the year,
we get some frost and woodstoves stay busy.
I guess you’re the most loving
and unknown playful companion I’ll probably
never meet, still, I’m grateful for each day I wake up
and each night I fall sleep to kisses at your unknown fingertips.
unknown and lovely girl,
I never would have thought I’d write
another poem into your eyes after I lost,
not just my trust in love, but my own faith.
But here I’m,
not because of covid that, emotionally,
threw us over the edge, but because of you,
though, don’t ask why, just let ride along today.
November,
Christmas is just around the corner
and in Oregon, in this time of the year,
we get some frost and woodstoves stay busy.
I guess you’re the most loving
and unknown playful companion I’ll probably
never meet, still, I’m grateful for each day I wake up
and each night I fall sleep to kisses at your unknown fingertips.
Fidel Guerra, Oregon, November 22, 2020.
