i whisper things to you
when you're not around
parking in the driveway
of a convenience store
soft words, barely breathed
"i miss you. do you know i miss you?"
i send you psychic messages
across green spring lawns
blades soft under painted toes
black kitten amongst daffodils
i hear myself say
"when are you coming home?"
Sunday, April 11, 2010
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