valentines? me? nah...
saturday...no two red hearts
dim thoughts, on soft lights.

i'm swimming in red
burgundy dress...red wine...but
pretty...much...alone.

valentines? nah...just
Michael Franks, Kenny Rankin
my shadow....and me.


Sally

Copyright February 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

t h e r e's a t i g h t w i d e s p r e a d s t r i n g o n a b o r d er








Grassess Green
Combed By The Wind

Before I was me, I was her.
Before you were you, you were him.
Before we were us we were nothing.

We've been here before.
Walked through the same door.
Never before meeting.

I knew you, the moment I met you.
I felt a connection, a tug of memories.
I knew I'd looked at those eyes before.

Soulmate gets overused,
but how do you explain the pain
when we part?

We've been together before.
Before we were us.
In the Here and Now.

We were then and past.
Soul mates.
Always and Before.