Sunday, February 16, 2014

we do not leave things at eachother's houses




one time I forgot my earrings
and wondered
how often they would come across your path--

that path 
you walk alone
while in your cave 
deep in your house

when I returned, my earrings had been moved
somewhere
less in the way
less-in-sight

my place is not to be under your bed-side light

and did I intentionally leave the card I made
behind your keyboard?

where you look to be alone.

did I hope I’d find a way in?...

to leave something 
within 
the place 
you go...
to be 
without?

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