The Reason

some days are

about forgiving myself

for the people I've loved

for the person I was

like at MoMA

in San Francisco

when I left work early

and took BART to stare

at Rothko for hours,

wondering how only

two colors together

add up to art

the patchwork of it

like being who you are

a person who has loved

a person who is looking

for reasons when

there are none