Poetry

I Miss You, Love

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the clothes strung out across the line 

the sun has gone, gone

the cool air throbs, cicadas call out from the lawn

i tell the clouds 'hold in your rain tonight'

i miss you, love, and hope you are alright.

 

my mother’s arthritic hands slice wedges into birthday cake

hours of flour and sugar, eggs, 

tea and coffee turns to lukewarm dregs.

with every bite

i miss you, love, and hope you are alright.

 

another morning starts, i start my car, another day 

another little piece of life, a step along the Checkout Aisle.

i drum my fingers all the while 

curse drivers at each traffic light

and miss you, love, and hope you are alright.

 

my friends and i put on our dresses, smoke, drink wine and then, 

we dance in darkened rooms with distant men

at 1am we watch the drunken boys begin to fight.

another silly little night.

I miss you, love, and hope you are alright.