I. “i’ll let you know
when i get home,”
i say into the space between
us as the only man i’ve
ever truly loved embraces me
like i’m something, someone
to be cherished
i turn and wave one
last time before the trees block
the view of the little cabin,
then i take four buses back to
my empty apartment and
ache just that much more
II. we go out, or i come
over, and when you drive me
back home you wait until
i’m inside before driving away
even when i fumble with
my keys, your love is
still patient with me
III. “text me when you
get home,” i say,
and you do every time
even if you forget once
or twice, you apologize
twice as much, and i
love you all the
more for that
IV. i cry into the
sink full of dishes that
i’m washing my way through,
hands too soapy to wipe away
the tears
but i grab a threadbare dishtowel
to see what you’ve got to say,
when my phone goes off
V. and i’ll dry my hands,
and my tears,
to text you back:
‘i love you, too’
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Author:
Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
I’ve always enjoyed your style of writing. Forgive me if I say the notchiness makes the emotions shine.
The final stanzas of this modern poem express love as it should be.
Be well my friend!
Always good to hear from you, my friend!
If I am understanding correctly, 'notchiness' is like stanzas? Which I do admit to being a fan of. I enjoy poetry that can be read all at once, or slowly and carefully. I am also equally parts glad and relieved that someone else likes this poem. I was a little worried it lacked my usual "pizazz." Glad to see I was wrong 😀
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