Day: June 27, 2026

Now I see with the wisdom of age and spirituality
that even though you loved me for only
two summers and left me for another,

that even if you had stayed with me and got married
to me, our romance would have ended just like
those two summers — but when one of us died.

Thus, those two wonderful summers were enough for me,
like living in a teenage fairy tale that
was going to last ever after.

Though the ending broke my innocent, young heart,
I grew stronger and wiser in my relationships
with women thereafter.

And at least our romance didn’t end with one of us dying,
leaving irreparable grief in the heart of the other, as would
have happened if we had spent a lifetime together.

Bob Boyd

A fruit fly had grown old and ill
on his 13th day of living
he knew his lifespan of 14 days
was nearing its final hours
in his mind’s eye he saw
his whole life passing before him
and pause for a moment to see
a gorgeous female fruit fly
he mated with on day 7
and he remembered how being
with her was like being in heaven

Bob Boyd

Lying in a hospice bed, she feels death coming

at last, at last

a sigh of relief escapes her lips

before her final breath

she senses something above her

she looks up and smiles

in radiant white light her husband is waiting

she reaches up with both hands

and he pulls her soul into heaven

Bob Boyd

I saw you in a dream twice last night,
and I felt I knew you, though
we never met in this life.
I thought you were Spanish, but
you said you were Spanish and Italian.
You were in my arms suddenly, and I
liked the feeling.
Then you were gone but appeared
again as I wandered a city street.
We talked for a while as you stood
so endearingly close to me.
Pity I didn’t get your name and will
never see you again.
After all, it was only a dream.
But a part of me hopes it was more
than a dream.

Bob Boyd