i always hated our little chats
and straining to hear her
from across the street
my neighbor went on forever
about her hip or her job or her family
or her dear cat, muffins, who's in heaven now
it drained me.
so calling out platitudes and pleasantries
from across the street
i wave
and go back inside, not knowing
that we'd never chat again.
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PoetryA collection of poems. I took the cover photo in a Target. Organized by date written, from oldest to newest.
