RED

Whether or not you wanted to see me
I decided to come.

I came bearing gifts:
these fruits, which I found myself.
And these rocks, which
I always kept.

Something about them makes me think of you.
Maybe it was
the time spent
lazily
on shores covered in them.
Or the time paid
for delivering them through windows.

Yes, Starbucks received its fair share
- although -
you never seemed to toss enough towards mine.
I suppose, with the way we rationed things,
you just didn't have enough -

- or perhaps it was just how
we always seemed to be
scraping two of them together
edge against edge, crevice against crevice,
always trying to make them fit, and
perhaps in the process,
start a fire.

When they were inside, exchanging vows,
we were outside, exchanging politics.

And it seemed like perhaps
the courthouse would really burn -
until the fire department came and
put out all the flames.

And now here I am
with rocks and fruits.
I hope you like them both
and marry each with each.
I know I have, and will;
I am still overflowing with
Red
for you.