Friday, September 12, 2008

Unremarkable


I got in from a day
spent with someone who was not you –
Almond-covered chocolates,
Creamed-ice on a cone,
Flowers of bouquet,
Love cards on letters,
- or something, rather.


It seemed like it was going to rain,
I got sand in my sandals.
My eyelashes began to uncurl.

The dock posts were rusting,
And the boardwalk was uneven.

You see, without you, I was attentive.
You and I, we were unremarkable.

The days I spent with you –
I can’t even remember.

Sunset or sunrise,
Raining or snowing?
Were we in the city or at the park?
Candle-lit or daylight?

You talked too much,
laughed too much.
You sang too much.

I came in from a day
Spent with someone who is not you.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

So good......

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