She asked where are my

kisses, this morning, now

…this afternoon and I tried

to remember, tried to find

them floating sighing…all

waiting looking waiting for

the moment, the minute

when they land–a butterfly’s

wings slowly unfolding in the

morning light–the dew on

green grass on the idea that

where I am is not where she

is…and won’t be for days

for years in those too solid

little minutes spanning the

chasm between us…between

the "had" and the will have

soon and I smiled knowing

where those kisses are.