The last lemon sat on the bottom shelf of the fridge, Next to a half-drunk bottle of Pinot Grigio. Did you bring that over, Or had it...

The first time I slept here, I fell in love with the view from your window— The church steeple rising into the morning sun, your black...

These years have meshed into moments— Time spent surrounded by your laughter and joy. I am humbled, even embarrassed, by the bliss you...