California

Never speaking those words

of me

to me

but,

I knew they were there

around the edges of his brain and on the tip of

his tongue

dancing around like a firefly

in a glass jar.

I sit at the lakeside

legs dangling over the edge of the dock

tossing stones

skipping

rippling waves.

As each hits the water

a thousand stars multiply

in a thousand points of light

flashing

and just as quickly,

going back out again.

But this remains

constant

and still

Love.