I think a girl would make me
pick my dusty things up from the corner
of the antiquated closet where my
lonely thoughts are stored.
I think that she could save me
from dust bunnies that berate me
they make me recall
what I’d like to forget.
Her crinkling brow...in concern.
she knows? She’s sorry –
how I’ve become
what I’ve become -
But she likes me,
and wants to learn
what made me me.
I get messy when I’m lonely.
Her very presence, maybe...would make me clean up me..
this one makes me smile... it's serious and whimsical all at the same time : )
ReplyDeleteI think the 2nd stanza is my favorite. This whole piece is something that seems so obvious but still needs to be said, and you say it with great dexterity.
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