strumming
you know those
lost-love-poems
the kind we always hated
well
they've brought you back
again
from where
you-were-oh-so-carefully,
tucked away
and now ~
I hear again
your guitar fingers
strumming
lazy on those strings ~
in my 70's hand-me-down-chair
your guitar fingers
that made me -
just made me
~ sit ~
pretending
pretending
to get ready
all the while
my eyes closed,
~ listening ~
as your strumming
drifted into me...
becoming me
I never told you that.
you must have
thought
I took
f o r e v e r
to get dressed
It didn't last
but for those years
I was alive
and sometimes
when I’m
getting dressed
I’ll just sit
and close my eyes
so I can hear
your lazy
strumming
just
one more time…
oh, damn
those lost love poems
damn
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