LeavingA Poem by Kristina Yoder
It was a Sunday when I realized
I love you. It was a Monday when I remembered you were leaving. It was a Tuesday when I wrote a poem about you. It was a Wednesday when I wept. Thursday came and I carried shame for delighting in the desire to share my fire, without care. It was a Friday when I set it down and buried it underground, and it was a Saturday when I said goodbye. © 2024 Kristina YoderReviews
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