Poetry For Everyday People
Feeling You
I do
feel you
out there
walking past me,
staring at the
moon together
a million miles
away, next door, across
the street, toes in the
sand, fingers in the snow,
drinking our coffee,
carrying our baskets
walking around the
grocery stores, buying
wine, beer, tea, aspirin,
cookies, ice cream, magazines,
I feel you
driving next
to me, pushing
the buttons on our
microwaves, popping our
corn, watching our movies,
our shows, listening to our
music, we were one of twenty
thousand at that show, a week ago,
a year, ten years, twenty years,
I think about
you walking out
your trash as I mine,
walking to our cars,
lighting our candles,
needing each other
silently in the night,
mind distance, as we lay
in our beds reading, writing,
fantasizing, trying to
get a little sleep, give
our minds a break, bills,
work, death, family, friends,
loneliness, fears, needs, processing,
processing,
couping, adjusting to
our current conditions,
playing the hand we're dealt,
the human spirit resilient,
I feel we shouldn't
beat ourselves too
much, analyze ourselves
some place more confusing,
when
time and life
seem to guarantee
that.
feel you
out there
walking past me,
staring at the
moon together
a million miles
away, next door, across
the street, toes in the
sand, fingers in the snow,
drinking our coffee,
carrying our baskets
walking around the
grocery stores, buying
wine, beer, tea, aspirin,
cookies, ice cream, magazines,
I feel you
driving next
to me, pushing
the buttons on our
microwaves, popping our
corn, watching our movies,
our shows, listening to our
music, we were one of twenty
thousand at that show, a week ago,
a year, ten years, twenty years,
I think about
you walking out
your trash as I mine,
walking to our cars,
lighting our candles,
needing each other
silently in the night,
mind distance, as we lay
in our beds reading, writing,
fantasizing, trying to
get a little sleep, give
our minds a break, bills,
work, death, family, friends,
loneliness, fears, needs, processing,
processing,
couping, adjusting to
our current conditions,
playing the hand we're dealt,
the human spirit resilient,
I feel we shouldn't
beat ourselves too
much, analyze ourselves
some place more confusing,
when
time and life
seem to guarantee
that.
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