Prompt: Write a poem for a person who crossed your mind today (stranger or otherwise).
I
remember packing with a ferocity,
hoping
that the boxes would mask the dull ache
of
you:
absentee.
I
don’t think of you very often anymore
but
the days sometimes bend in your direction
and
I wonder how fall felt on the lake
and
if you’re still parking your car on the
fourth
floor of the car-park
two
slots from the stairs.
Did
the adventures you chose without me
quench
the frenzy under your fingernails?
Do
you still cook hotdogs for breakfast?
Do
you still go home every Sunday for
homemade
wonders and blessings?
I
can’t hear your voice inside my head anymore.
I
don’t remember what you sound like,
the
way your skin chaps.
I
can’t remember our last kiss.
I’m
not sad when I think like this.
Mostly
curious,
there
is no stinging anymore
maybe
just a slight bump-
a
lesion that suggests that at one time
I
felt pain.
The
scar-tissue
miniature,
but
still there.
This
is not a love poem
or
a love/lost poem.
This
is a reflection.
A
curious,
how
are you doing?
that
shows up maybe
twice
a year.
I’m
not going to call and ask any of this myself
and
tomorrow
this
fleeting thinking time will have passed
a
new stranger/
lover/
visitor
will
occupy my thoughts.
Absentee-
I
know I’m that to you too.
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