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.

View original post 49 more words

Categorized as blog

By Em

I like writing. Words help me unpack my thoughts so that things start to make sense. Once I have both myself and the universe figured out, I plan to take up macrame. "Writing is an exploration. You start from nothing, and learn as you go." E. L. Doctorow


Leave a comment

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.