Love Poem from a Tuba Player

      Many times I have wished

That I sit next to you

And not

Behind you.

But behind you is good enough for

Me,

I, who write stupid little love poems,

But will never have the

Courage

To deliver even

One.

And sometimes,

In my most desperate moments,

My most hopeful hours,

I have wished

That I was your

Trumpet.

So that every reluctant moment

You spend in

Band

You’d be

Kissing

Me.