Saturday, November 14, 2009

:ove :oem

I'm late
I understand that
And I'm not interested
in the unusual ways
bugs mate
I don't think
that necessarily
makes good
poetry
But I do think
if I could touch
your hand right
now that would be
good enough
You see
I am very far away
from you
I don't
fully understand
that you could hear me
I am as a
lonely house
without windows
without floors
still
I am missing
I don't know why
our birth dates
are on everything
I touch
I think you
were trying to be
funny by giving me
a hard time
I got that later
I do love
you much
more

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This is a great poem. You feel the poets pain on how alone he feels yet how much love he has for person.

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