charloft; 03/22 Poetry

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[A/N: Drake is a much better poet than I am. He regularly writes anything from short stuff like this to large, rhyming epics in iambic pentameter. I, however, am just me and usually write short free verse poems, when I write poetry at all anymore. But I thought this might be fun, so I gave it a try.]

This is Not a Love Poem
everything
                       (she waits.  darkness surrounds her, takes her to its bed.)
     on a cold day, sunlight reflects off snow and ice, brightens the sky
lost
                       (she exhales; a thousand sighs on her warm breath tumble into the world.)
     close one eye, lose one window, see more
without
                       (holes.  missing parts of the long-ago abandoned dream.  the white pickets rot.)
     beside a frozen lake rests a cabin built with one man's hands
you
                       (the words; too harsh, cruel, unkind, true.  she never says them.)

I wait.