Sneeze

By Chris Callard

It’s simple, I love her.

It’s stupid that I love her.

It’s inevitable that I would.

Was set somewhere else, no explanation.

Nothing’s simple or rational.

Still there is it.

You wear it on your sleeve,

and when you hear her sneeze

in the morning, such a pleasing sound,

ridiculously profound.

Isn’t that love?

An explosion shared,

yet calm all around.

🩷🩷🩷

Chris Callard lives in Long Beach, CA. His poems have appeared in The Writing Disorder, Ariel Chart, Witcraft, Cadence Collective, and One Sentence Poems. His short fiction in Bright Flash Literary Review, Witcraft, Ariel Chart, Gemini Magazine, Flash Fiction Magazine, A Story in 100 Words, and ZZyZxWriterZ. His work has been nominated for Best of the Net and Best Small Fictions.