Reading the Poem I Wrote for You Out Loud

You are lying in your bed beside me.

I have the poem on my lap.

Until now, you’ve been too embarrassed

to ask me what it means.

 

You couldn’t know

it’s the question I’ve been dying for you to ask

so I could talk to you

 

about you

coming back from the war.

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~ by ImaginaryCanary on February 14, 2012.

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