I am leaving you
because of your knees
they should have been longer
and you would have been taller
if you know what I mean
I am leaving you because of your eyes
they should have blue or maybe grey
or brown with flecks of green if they
make them that way
I am leaving you because of your nose
it snores loud at night enough to curl my toes
And that too
I am leaving you because of your toes
if I didn’t know better and think that
it could make anything that isn’t already
terminally worse a little plastic surgery
a nick and tuck here and there couldn’t
hurt. But I have said it already
And it could be worse.
I am really leaving you because of your
knees.

Magical, twinkling ,whimsical
Smile that warms up my heart
Makes me want to squeeze him forever
And forget about all his other crazy parts

The postman stopped as
he put the letters in the doors
of the houses every day of the city with
the skyline that you can see as you look
beyond the trees.

“Is there something you want to ask me?”

I looked up at him after bending down
to pick up the mitten I had dropped on the street

” Do you watch the clouds  as they
drift in the wind in the night where you can
see them in the trees in the city with
the skyline?”

I figured he would understand if I said something,
Something to think about as he put letters in the
doors of the houses everyday in the city with the
skyline.

The postman stopped and said with a smile,
like he was trying to understand, “You are so funny.”

Yes, I know, maybe so.

But

Maybe he will stop and  look up when he goes home,
and see the clouds passing over the rooftops, through the trees
of the city with the skyline, at night.

Maybe so.