Time capsule (poem on a dead Skype account) ...

Maybe you find this, someday.

Whatever that day, I still love you.

My chest springs warm reading old, "I miss you!"s.

You always meant it there. If I could hug you,

Here, I would. If you ever want my voice again, I'll talk.

Some truths between us have turned

Distant in my mind. But my heart,

love ... my heart never forgot.

Blame and fault, they all fall away. And words we didn't

mean, or get to say – all waves I've rowed through.

Maybe you find this, someday.

Whatever that day, I still love you.

Ultipatum ...

                       I refuse to marry my father.

                        Whoever my partner may be—

   Please help me do better than I did with dad,

                                  And we'll partner happily.

              We'll listen to each others' full sentences,

                                      And always trust that, even

     If our words missed their mark, still they were

 Aiming at something we truly believe in.

And we'll both reassure each                   other,

 So our full, honest faces                     can show

     Without the dark paint  of                     insults,

        Thick mask of judgments, blocking   that flow.

We'll both name ourselves                     by our best parts:

“Beautiful”                “loving”                                “kind.”

               And we'll see the rest        as nothing but dust

                           to broom up      and toss behind.

Each morning – “Forget    that your breath smells
  pickled; I'm just glad           that you breathe.”

Each meal – “What we can't tolerate, hungry now,
         we'll laugh about          after we eat!”

Each evening – “Let go your day's tiredness, 

and drink in this peace:      you've returned.”

Each night – “Soon, I won't know where I am,

but I'll feel you close; that we've earned.”