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.
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I liked this very much - there is much pain in this waiting. Very descriptive, and quietly powerful.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mosk! Trying to get back into the swing of things, so thanks for stroking my poetic ego ;)
ReplyDeleteWhat a great picture you have painted and those last two lines, really summed it up beautifully!
ReplyDeleteThanks Sara! This one felt sort of conversational to me, so I'm glad it came through clearly :)
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