THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY
I still count the days since you have been gone.
Look across the room, see your face
for a moment, before it melts like so much
frost on a warm window pane.
I feel your fingers curled around mine,
but when I open my hand,
it’s nothing but empty air.
My hand slides across the bed,
searching for your warmth,
but I only find cold sheets.
Your boots stand empty on the porch.
For a second, you fill them,
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I hope to see some of you poetry or stories. Welcome!
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Lanie
Thank Sailor Dan. Here is the first poem.
Nice