another stupid poem

You’ll be gone for three months…

I’m going to miss you so much.

(crying)

In the doorway.

           There but not quite

there.

 

I see them lay on the air mattress. Just the tops

of their heads and arms. Just their

eyelashes and noses. Just

red short-sleeve shirts.

Just plaid

flannel

sheets.

 

(This is in                             calcuable                                                 distance)

 

Aligning my feet with the familiar cracks

I step away

where the floor is quiet.

 

It’s okay…(kiss)

 

And I sit on the couch. Fingers rubbing the suede

leather cushions.

 

(whisper)

 

Eventually, rubbing the split ends of every

strand of hair.

 

(cry & whisper)

 

I watch my dog under a lamplight,

 

(whisper…kiss)

 

gentle rise and fall

of a white & black

fur coat

in a white & black

cage.

 

(gentle rise and fall)

love poetry

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Comments

<Deleted User> (13762)

Sat 9th Jun 2018 20:29

super poem Alex - the details are simply exquisite. Like it lots. Thanks for posting. Col.

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