Angel Bugs

There were things that needed saying

things impossible to say

things we said

veiled in “ifs”.


If I die

If you die

If I die

I will always be with you

and she needed to know

how to greet me

so I would know her.


How would I know her?

How did I know her?

I knew her warm and tan and sleeping

in the sun on the floating dock.


Sometimes I lay with her

sometimes I lay alone

once I lay tummy down

and watched the sun gleam off

the wings of a dragonfly as blue

as the dock or so clear

it spilled through.


So I told her

she could come to me as a dragonfly

and she squeezed my hand

and seemed to like that.