All of the
new thinking is about loss
Reminiscing
about what we once had
Smiling to
myself about our Sundays
Lying in bed
saying nothing at all
Not a worry
of the day just here, now
Circling
back to the truth in front of me
The truth
that I must now rise and go on
To a job I
hate, in a town I love
A town full
of faces I do not know
I think of
the radio in the car
How it sings
away, not thinking about
The genre or
tone only singing of
Only singing
of love and of tractors
Of loss and
mirrors, how deep it seems here
Gazing out
the window wondering why
Dreaming of
traveling the world alone
A time full
of growth, faith, and adventures
Singing a
love song as I get to work
Greeted by
all these amused expressions
Walking to
my office she passes by
Nothing is chiefly
special about her
Wearing a
poncho, dewy from the rain
In fact, her
drabness is what caught my eye
In the flash
of lights and whirl of people
And here I
am struck and stunned by nothing
Nothing but
her confidence in herself
Glowing in a
way she doesn’t realize
So I strike
a word and play the hangman
Throwing my
letters around like nothing
Shocked at
how fast she understands my word
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