From a distance

Posted: September 24, 2012 in Memories, Personal, Poetry
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He wrote letters and I never got them.
I wanted to forget him
and thought I had;
that it didn’t matter that he lived with someone else
and woke to her each day.
He sent a plant and it grows across the room.
I spent a weekend from just a phone call
and erased six months;
a summer telescoped into two days and nights.
He drove home and
I drove home and it’s been a year
in just one day
with the prospect of no more.
I knew I couldn’t care
at the time I knew I would
and could and did.
And will?

Comments
  1. globalunison says:

    It is a good one, I enjoyed reading it!
    -Naima.

  2. “a summer telescoped into two days and nights.
    He drove home and
    I drove home and it’s been a year
    in just one day”

    I love this – such a great illustration of how subjective time is, at least in our memories.

  3. Shannon says:

    AAAAAH poems about someone who isn’t my dad! :0

  4. Reminds me of a boy I used to know…

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