Crevasses in the Sidewalk

I saw you on the street for the first time in three months.

 

someone must have been digging a trench

deeper and deeper in my absence,

each shovelful thoughtlessly unpacking 

moments I laid so carefully

because my loudest screams couldn’t

reach your ears as you passed.

i'll just call again.

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

the very fact that the final line is crossed out tells all that needs to be said about separation.
Yeah, i might call again...Then again, maybe not.

You write so beautifully. But I wanted to read more beauty, not less. I wanted you Jonathan
in Portland, to make flesh from that second stanza. So much was happening there. Patience.
Scorn. Deep thought, deliberation,
trench digging ,(which is a poem in itself) absence.

Whatever you do.....Don't you dare stop writing.............dana

[Alex Doerner]

I really like this. It's simple, but it's complex.