Your brilliance snags me

Your brilliance snags me but for only a moment. A passing star on a journey which I cannot abide. Here I stand in awe as you fade from my sight only to ponder the journey that lies ahead for those who catch a glimpse of your path…

~Adam (A little note for Just L from the best martini mixologist in Capitola, CA, July 2016)

“Love Letters” are letters to or from Just L periodically pulled from the vault.

Love Awaits

How could she know that her journey of grief and acceptance would lead her to this place?

Surely she never imagined during her battle with solitude that he was already on the other side.

Waiting, surrendered; standing firmly in place.

Love found her gazing at the stars wearing nothing but a coat and a smile on her face.

It was New Year’s Eve after all and she didn’t want to miss the fireworks;

So she kissed him, just in case.

~Just L (found poem, January 4, 2015)

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Published in the February 2015 Blender of Love Digest

“Just L had a brilliant month, really good stuff.” –Kirk, Blender-Keeper

See also Spilling Over

“She reached up and kissed him on the lips. It was a small kiss. It lasted only two or three seconds, just long enough to taste the future.”  – Francisco X. Stork, The Last Summer of the Death Warriors

 

Piece of Cake?

I completely regret accommodating his comfort zone
I should’ve cared less about his early mornings and stayed
Left items at his place for him to trip over on the floor
Dare cooked all of the foods he said he could not eat
Held his gaze kissing under the stars, or on no particular day
Equally mad about each other, there was never any doubt
Living without him, I never wanted to learn; It was not in my plan
I looked forward to creating new traditions with him again and again
He could’ve shared what was so obvious, “I’ve been waiting for someone like you my whole life and I’m not going to let you go!”
Of course, if I must, I’d settle for his reason to graciously move on tho’
I bet the independence he has isn’t as sweet as he thought
And I hope the energy to stay mad is now just maddening
I believe giving up on true love is absolutely unfathomable
But, after this long, I am, at last, beginning to crack
So, I am getting ready
Stocking up on cake
To cure a heart ache

Girl in Cake~Just L (May 10, 2016)

(Or not.)

Author’s Note: I hope not.

But who’s counting?

670 days ago you spotted me downtown strolling in that long summer red dress. 534 days since our first date and subsequent whirlwind romance where we slipped briskly into an intimacy from which [we] never recovered. (F. Scott Fitzgerald) 950,400 seconds later I first tasted your mouth. One month and a day later you told me you were falling in love with me. One year, four months minus 4 days since I first told you I loved you under the New Year stars. 307 days ago we shared an exquisite storm and silly laughs with your boy on a dusty trail. 8 months since I knew that I knew that I knew I could build a lifetime with you. 186 days since we chewed on cheese sandwiches under the sun in the city park before a concert. 140 days ago we celebrated your nerves reconnecting, long after sparks flew between us. 78 days later I can still recall you looking at me with those most endearingly kind, googly eyes. But who’s counting?

~Just L (April 27, 2016)

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