A Poem in the Queue 

April 24, 2016 § Leave a comment

I’ve been waiting here for months

Alone

You won’t touch my words

You won’t comb my letters

You’re hiding behind the shades of my semicolons

And you took that comma seriously

But I didn’t mean it so, baby

Come on!

Move my verses a little further

They might move you a bit, too

A stanza or two

Slowly. Lovingly. Tenderly.

And after all, who knows?

I might become a poem one day

…to be continued

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