3/6/2025
I found the love of my life in an irish bar
dingy leather seats with dark wood
complimenting the colors of dark ale
fiddles playing on loop over a stage
that could be placed in the center of an old ship
there was singing, and 50 breaths that
made their own sound, begging for connection
sitting at a table with someone I don't see anymore
with others who eventually moved away
And there was you, at the end of it all
hair aching to touch your shoulders
each strand striving to beat each other
they eventually get there in a years time
a glance, a "hello" was all it took
to create the beginning of an unending journey
to staple myself to the cork board of your brain
to push down the first in a structure of dominoes
riddles were playing in my ears
but the one that would really matter
the all consuming, thrilling puzzle
that was standing in front of me
Laughing with a friend, in an Irish bar
From the Professor 