Tuesday, July 14, 2015

it's raining here

she sends you a short note
via the phone.
you hear the bell
ring at four a.m.
down in the kitchen
where it sits.
I have an itch
that needs scratching,
she writes,
but she's there,
and you're here,
so there is little
you can do to help
her.
you say me too.
in a week, she might
write back,
and say that it's
raining here, or
something along the lines
of, I miss you.

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