poem #9

sometimes during the day i can smell her
at work, when i'm filing or making more calls
or walking by the tall girl's desk.
today, i know i will not see her
when i get home
i know the lights will all be off
i know i will be alone.
when i get home
i'll sit in the dark
and she'll be all i'll see.

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Blogger Emily Smith said...

i love this... you and your cuz both would and do make your grandpa proud

1:21 AM  

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