while you were missing i was missing you
dearly. my heart pounded heavier on afternoons
as the sun peeked through the fog
threatening to puncture the venetian blinds
in our out-dated kitchen.
i slumbered in the dent on the sofa
where you usually sit and play video games
where i nestle into your lap and watch
your hands flexing and maneuvering.
i slept diagonally in the bed
i tried to occupy two spaces, just for a few days.
the movies just make me miss more
that we never watch these kinds of movies
when you're around. you have better tastes.
i kept my phone in hand as often as possible
so when you chime for me i am in and on
and filling my ears with the sound of your voice
accent fading as i reply and we laugh together.
as happy for you as a wife could possibly be
she is still young.
if i were stronger then, but am grateful now
that i do not need strength to love you.
3 comments:
there isn't anywhere i'd rather be missing you than here.
Ryan
This is so beautiful, Katy. So sweet and unihibited and just plain earnest... Nothing hones our voices like absences do...
i like coming here, and this pomme, in the brief moments i have. good katy.
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