Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Train poem, 9/28, 10:30-ish AM

It's been months since you've seen me
months since you've heard my voice, hugged me, kissed my cheek
Do you remember my shape?
Or have you added and taken away?
Would I surprise you now?
Am I taller, shorter?
Does my voice register in an unfamiliar timbre?
Am I a girl you knew, or have I suddenly become a woman?

I miss you

The feel of your skin and quirky smiles
humor and biting wit
half-formed knowledge puffed up to full truth (did you ever believe the things we argued?)
brokenness and remoteness
not the remoteness
Never the remoteness
Otherwise I'd have to believe that months could pass
without you missing me at all

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