We stay together while we are apart,
a game of tug of war,
pulling each other out of our respective worlds,
wondering who will fall out first into the void between us.
I selfishly wonder how your life continues on
without me in it.
Like a child who wonders where the teachers sleep
when school is over.
There must be bunk beds hidden in the janitors' closet.
There must be a toothbrush and pjs in every desk drawer.
The lunch ladies must work through the night
to make supper and midnight snacks.
...And there must be a way for you to stay with me...
YOU ARE READING
Moments Belonging to No One: A National Poetry Month Chapbook
PoetryApril is National Poetry Month, and I have decided, in honor of the month, to write 30 poems for each of the 30 days. A lot happened in my life throughout this month. Mostly what I wrote about was heartache, breakups, exhaustion, and the way life mo...
