I love my stubborn ache,
Though it spawns some insolent guesses.
Like, maybe
You read in your chair,
Examining each verse,
Looking for a clue.
Words rushing and then slowing,
Your mouth barely moving.
You may not know it,
But here, far from your book
I found a way
To hold the world still
And mouth them with you.
2 comments:
(-: --nice--Normally--in my everyday life, I have the feeling: Stop world! I wanna get off! But, thanks to your poem, I stopped.
Whew--took my breath away. Now, I want to open the new book of poems I just picked up. :)
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