happy endings:

I hope to god to never see your face again,

though I still look for it in every passing cloud.

The tiny ephemera that made the bridge of your nose.

Crescent moon smile.

The sky is so blue today, a sky for fairy tales.

I could spin one maybe.

Out of the cobwebs, out of the sea-foam.

There are so many substitutes for lace.

I thought of dyeing the pages with teabags.

Like I used to do to our letters.

Under a blue sky there’s time for whimsy.

Time for fairy tales, for wishing.

Time for happy endings.