. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .

Thursday, May 9, 2019

An Empty Seat


I look over
on every day
every.single.day
every single gotdamn day
without missing a single one
every day...
sometimes in the morning
   when the sun is yawning wide in great golden arcs
sometimes in the evening
   when the sun goes heavy to sleep in violet folds
every
single
day
without exaggeration - every single day
from that very last time I saw you
to THIS very day
at some point in every one of those days
(in every single one of them)
I look over
I look over
   I imagine you're there
next to me

and I don't know if that will ever stop.

TA

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