[from a series I have been working on]
How many times did you wake up
in the night, find an empty cup
and wonder where your mind used to
be, your self alone and just you
in the bed, and just the one bed
with unfamiliar sheets, your head
on a strangely scented pillow?
I would have brought her there, you know,
for you to hold, and not for me.
You needed her more. I can see
that now. I would have stood close by,
just a ways, and averted my
gaze; let you have your time alone
as I tried not to turn to stone.
...no, I'm not "Missing part 1"...
...this is "part 1 of 'Missing'"...
...puttin' the Po' in NaPoWriMo...