I passed by your old
house today, thinking: "Soon, she
will have another."
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i know the feeling...
ReplyDeletethis poem is just begging for the question who? But it's probably the one question you want most not to answer.
ReplyDeletefeels very consequential though. I always admire how you can do that with such short poems.