Read. Write. Repeat. Aspire to be a Janitor.
Faint scribbled lines on a water-stained paper
was pressed against the stump in the backyard
by the wind on an early autumn morning.
The fog was playing in the treetops
and the neighbor’s rooster incessantly crows.
Your head was resting beside my lap
and all I wanted was a little scratch
from your fingertips on my pant leg
to let me know you were thinking of me.
It’s been two years since the mountains
swallowed you up and not a single day has passed
that a little tapping in my chest
reminds me of your face when you
were finally laid to rest.
You never had the chance to teach me
how to say good-bye,
so I still sit here wondering
if you will walk through my door tonight,
or tomorrow, or the day after that.
But you won’t, and I know
I should move on with my life
but the calmness of the lake’s surface
brings an unexpected peace.
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