at this rate,
I'll finish a whole new notebook
by December.
I wonder
will the holidays be able
to distract me from
you?
will the family
and the gifts
keep me from wondering
how you are?
will the snow
and festivities
stop me from wondering
who you're with?
will the skiing
and the sledding
keep me from being
jealous
of all the people who get to be
near you?
I'm crossing my fingers
I'm knocking on wood
I'm praying to no one
and doing no good.
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Organized Chaos - These are My Thoughts
PoetryNo, These are not poems. So flimsy a thing as can be called a few words on a page. These are thoughts. Paper thoughts, broken and scattered and gone like the wind. Iron anvil thoughts, never leaving though it is all I can ever ask of them. Invisible...
