On Wednesdays we sit
my foot resting against your calf
under the table
over plates of pan-fried dumplings
and a steaming bowl of soup

And I want to say how much
I need this
the gentle thing finding its way
between us
as we laugh
and tell our stories
of love's disappointment
the children we are raising
and a future so uncertain
I cannot name it

For J

I had a friend in college
you know the one:
smart, funny
handsome, kind
never breaking my heart
but never filling it, either

Thirty years on and half a world away
we talk of children, politics
spouses now and past
I exhale knowing that he, though dear
was not the one who got away