interlude with tacos and beer

two beers and three tacos in,

the clover pendant falls

out of my necklace

while you superglue

it back in place, you look

over at me and ask,

“you’ve still got this?”

i have the first one

you gave me, too, that 

i wore until it oxidized

because the materials

that you work with now

weren’t as nice then, but

i didn’t feel like myself

without that cord around

my neck

and since i am a bard,

a poet, a lover, and a hopeful,

hopeless, lovesick fool,

i want to say something back

about true north and true love

i’ve charted the stars in the sky,

and the wind in your sails,

and how the sunrise looks

when i’m making us breakfast

in the morning

it’s that soft glow,

the way you look at me,

that sets my heart ablaze

but that’s not what you

want to hear, is it, my love?

so i’ll flash you a quick grin,

toss back the rest of my

cheap beer, shrug, and say

cheerfully, “of course i do”