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This person I know doesn't come around enough.

Reinventing the conversation,
Is what it was.
Quizzical brows and attentive lips;
No one understudying obligation,
Or interruption.

I merely listened,
For the nature of such an interlocutor
Had become rather foreign.
What with his hat, bent in at the top,
Constantly hopping between the vacant seat and his head.
Shuffled around, protecting that eloquent mind, where it was both in him and now around him.
In my couch.

He reached across me to retrieve his leather jacket strewn to my left.
That could only mean one thing: departure.
The night was not that cold.

I’ll kiss your other cheek on the way out, he said,
As he bid me a farewell upstairs.

The wooden steps sounded louder,
Lamenting the brevity of his visit.

“Come back! You kissed the same cheek twice”

Reviews

[Ban Heo]

You do such a great job in creating so much pain in something seemingly ordinary. There's a lot of emotion resonating in this one with me. I really like your poetry.

[wanjashiro]

Wow... "come back! You kissed the same cheek twice"

BUT DO I LOVE HOW YOU END YOUR POEMS!!! Gurl you're good

[Rosa Carlyle-Mitchell]

Why thank you! I'm all about punch :)