One last Valentine before February ends


Oh, my dearest Maggie,

What a gift to still be here,
waking by your side
nothing to prove or fear.

Of all the places
we have traveled,
I would not trade a one

for this spot in the morning
with you, the moon,
and the rising sun.

Last Letter is from my book, LISTENING LIKE BREATHING, which is available on Amazon.comĀ