CW: Last week, across the street…

A truly fantastic poem: I love it.

One day at a time...

Last week, I spotted you across the street.
You winked at me from above the newspaper.
“Nothing,” I barked back when my friends asked at what I kept looking.
They could not see you if they tried.
Then, I laughed and downed a drink or two.
You blend in well.

Yesterday, I caught sight of you creeping outside my window.
You grinned at me from behind the rose bush.
“No reason,” I replied hastily when my boyfriend asked why I closed all the blinds.
He would not believe me if I told him.
Then, I smiled and drained the bottle.
I hide it well.

This morning, I saw your face the moment I opened my eyes.
You extended your arms, ready to embrace me.
Go away!” got stuck in my throat as I pulled the covers over my head.
But I knew you were there to stay.

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By Em

I like writing. Words help me unpack my thoughts so things start to make sense. I suppose that once I figure out life, the universe, and everything (my thanks to Douglas Adams), I'll have nothing left to say. "Writing is an exploration. You start from nothing, and learn as you go." E. L. Doctorow


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