She sits at the table
working on a puzzle
I rise from my chair
to pour us some wine
She suddenly asks me
if I might ever come up to her
and tell her I no longer want her
(this happened to a character
in a book she's been reading)
My brief pause causes her
more angst than she can
comfortably carry without
the help of my answer
I tell her I want to stay
as long as the nights
keep chasing after the days
She smiles and sips her wine
and places another piece
in her puzzle
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Author:
Michael Anthony (
Offline) - Published: October 20th, 2021 10:07
- Comment from author about the poem: A simple poem trying to capture an idyllic fall afternoon. The light through the windows, some music, and the wine, of course.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Good loving write Michael.
Andy
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