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The Journal of Emily Davidson first day of autumn
10/09/2005 05:36 a.m.
it's the first day of autumn
and i woke up alone
as though both he and the equinox
feel my life should be
colder
and i run my fingers
over the phone
wanting to call and ask
if i could crawl in your bed
for awhile
just to smell you again
it's the first day of autumn
and i am alone
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i just remembered this poem. i wrote it a few weeks ago and pathetic had a site problem and lost it. i'm trying to re-create it, but i'm really upset i don't have the original anymore. i only remembered the first and last stanzas; i just have to make up a new middle section.
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