"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Monday, December 13, 2010

See You Again.

I start missing you
even before you leave;
sharp punches to my stomach
and I agonize until
I see you again.
Then the warm smile
returns to my eyes
and the bed
dosen't look
so empty.
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4 comments:

  1. AnonymousDecember 14, 2010 at 6:01 AM

    You are a poet!

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  2. The Square CornerDecember 14, 2010 at 8:48 PM

    Simple and powerful. The kind of poetry that moves me the most. Great work!

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  3. Human ParadoxDecember 15, 2010 at 9:44 PM

    I've felt that loss...I've felt that resolution too. Good post JB.

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  4. AnonymousDecember 20, 2010 at 4:26 AM

    sweet sentiments.

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