1.

Then there was
that morning: you, the sun;
and I woke

thinking: the world
will always be this way
full of you.

2.

The waiter came
bringing perfect coffee, perfect spoons,
not knowing yet;

took one look
and gave you your name
saying: Happy Girl!

3.

You, oh you
were my first only; be
my only last.

image: Beach Umbrella, by Flickr user downing.amanda, published under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0) license.

This one came out of a NaPoWriMo prompt: write a lune. “There’s also a variant based on word-count, instead of syllable count, where the poem still has three lines, but the first line has five words, the second line has three words, and the third line has five words again.” This, then, is, I suppose you’d have to say, an inverted (3-5-3) variant lune sequence.