tamara de lempicka
in the afternoon
~
i come back to the apartment
to its emptiness
~
i miss terri
the two of us on the bed, reading
her hand reaching out
just to touch
i felt loved
~
is it true
we reap what we sow
i sowed nettles
terri, a field of poppies
~
i lie on the bed
imagining
~
without the weight of her
i can't get there
so i make tea
and write this poem
~
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2015-09-11 at 12:04
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