I Heart You, You Haunt Me

When you meet someone

so different from yourself,

in a good way,

you don't even have to kiss

to have fireworks go off.

It's like fireworks

in your heart

all the time.

I always wondered,

do opposites really attract?

Now I know for sure

they do.

I'd grown up

going to the library as often

as most people go

to the grocery store.

Jackson didn't need to read

about exciting people and places.

He went out

and found them,

or created excitement himself

if there wasn't any

to be found.

The things I like are

pretty simple.

Burning CDs around themes,

like Songs to Get Your Groove On and

Tunes to Fix a Broken Heart;

watching movies;

baking cookies;

and swimming.

It's like I was a garden salad with a light vinaigrette,

and Jackson was a platter of seafood Cajun pasta.

Alone, we were good.

Together, we were fantastic.

The Final Good-bye

Ashes

to

ashes.

Dust

to

dust.

I think

this is where

I'm supposed to say

good-bye.

Is that what

everyone's thinking?

Good-bye, Jackson?

Rest in peace?

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