You get your mail here, but you’re usually just visiting.
I figure you have faded jeans and over-bleached socks
Spread over hundreds of miles by now.
Envelopes pile up in neat rectangular rows,
Waiting patiently, more patiently than me really,
For you to stop being wherever you are and be here again.
I liked this very much - there is much pain in this waiting. Very descriptive, and quietly powerful.ReplyDelete
Thanks, Mosk! Trying to get back into the swing of things, so thanks for stroking my poetic ego ;)ReplyDelete
What a great picture you have painted and those last two lines, really summed it up beautifully!ReplyDelete
Thanks Sara! This one felt sort of conversational to me, so I'm glad it came through clearly :)ReplyDelete
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