pronounced Tommy




tomi

 

tomi   who is in my class   rings the doorbell

i am in my room   my mother

answers the door   tomi comes up to my room

 

i am remembering fifth grade   tomi and

i aren't friends   at least we have

never played together

 

she has never been to my house   in my

room we listen to music 

and talk   she sits on my bed   i sit on the floor   i

 

don't know why she is here   after she

leaves i think about

her   i still think about her   it's a wonder she knew

 

so early on   i guess she was precocious that

way   it hadn't come to me   yet

 

 

 

 

 





Poetry by one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-03-02 at 16:40

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