Tuesday, November 13, 2012

(I sometimes watch)

(I sometimes watch)

I think about her every day of my life,
although I haven't seen her in almost a year.
Everything around me has become a shade less light;
the sky, its stars, even my vision of heaven burns less bright.

(people in love)

I still have her picture. Sometimes it stays too long in my hands,
and "too long" means when tears come.
I don't need to torture myself like this anymore,
but for some reason, I still do.

(it reminds me)

I'm still waiting for that day
when I'm drinking coffee at the kitchen table,
and she walks right through the front door
like she'd only been gone to borrow sugar.

(of a time)

From the book Kairos (print version only)

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