my nose is running
but i don’t blame it
i’m scared too,
my habits,
no, tendencies
make it hard to get excited
about contact.
so she didn’t hate me
as much as i thought
she did,
or maybe she did,
but either way
thats in the past
and there’s a bridge
in all of that ash.


2 Responses to Reconnect

  1. S.L. Corsua says:

    I like the impact of the ending, i.e. the last four lines where ‘past’ rhymes with ‘ash.’ The notion of a bridge is a wistful touch, which makes me smile at the end.

    I’ve also enjoyed reading other poems of yours here, like “Fuel” and “Words” and “A Day Without Nails” (compact and excellent). Cheers.

  2. artshopgirl says:

    Glad to see you are back writting again. This one hit me the most.

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