Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Miss you so much

From here I can see
But wish I could be
With you and near you to share

The plums in my hand
(from which I made jam)
The stitches 
(all neat in a row)

The life that I deemed
In a poem that seemed
So fluid and precious and true

The words that were chose
(like beautiful clothes)
The letter
(mailed at a quarter to three)

The promise of love
Like the peaceful dove
That flew from me to you

From here you can see
That I need you with me
Now I'll wait and I'll wait and I'll wait

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