On a white day like this
On a road like this
I drove to an address
Stranger in me
Feeling home
Less of me
Feeling more
One of me
Feeling for
One of you.
On a white day like this
On a road like this
I drove to an address
Stranger in me
Feeling home
Less of me
Feeling more
One of me
Feeling for
One of you.
It is four in the morning. Endless hours of flying, Brought me from sunshine to sunshine. Brain on autopilot. Disconnected. Still. Experiencing, The newness of the old. Opened the door. House woke up to the sound, As if...
“Did you notice?” You said once. “How I don’t address you by name?” “Did you wonder why?” Then we smiled At each other … We then leaned Toward each other “Did you...
“Show me your house,” said she As soon as we opened the door Now, on the eighth day The house is empty Mute, quiet, refusing to Wave goodbye It was my house She arrived at But in her departure, She left our...
Like a fool I am trying to Match your indifference With mine. But I will eventually Die of indifference poison While you, You will soak yourself in The love of your twins, of your children Growing ever more bright Ever...
He said he pinched himself
Still in disbelief
That he is my husband
"Really, REALLY...!" he said.
You dismissed my words, remember? You kept track of me to swat at a merest chance And months later, You sent me a philosophical missive For that, here is an ordinary poem Read this and delight in your reflection...
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