Sunday, August 26, 2012

5 Days

my heart
is coming home to me.
I stop my pen in the middle
of this scrap paper - 
eggs
green onions
avocados.
I need to buy bananas again
because you'll be home. 
I should buy more cereal too
I think
and I can hardly keep words 
on a page
I want to write love songs 
on this piece of paper
and tell everyone I see that you
are coming home 
and we will drink margaritas, 
watch our hound run in the summer heat
we will eat meals side by side,
count our blessings
and be together.



3 comments:

  1. And there will be so many blessings to count!

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