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lately, my life
by Emily Davidsonlately, my life
a combination of things:
mostly
cups of coffee,
cigarettes,
bagels at 6am on saturday,
the new york times crossword puzzle,
dirty hair,
warm coats;
sitting there
with him
the morning after
before the night has ended
the sun creeping up on the horizon
he asks me
if i know 23 across
and i look at it, confidently filling in the letters:
"stickinthemud"
and we both smile
romance is overrated.
12/05/2006 Author's Note: i wish more people could understand the magic.
Posted on 12/05/2006
Copyright © 2024 Emily Davidson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Katerina T Nix on 12/06/06 at 12:43 AM A really great read, Emily. I am most impressed, well done. -Kat :) |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 12/06/06 at 02:58 AM hehehe... mmmm.... I thought this was romance. That, or scurrying around outside so late it's early in your fuzzy robe (that your daughter makes fun of because it's almost as old as she is)and slippers together, so cold your knees are knocking to hang new multicolor lights in a heart shaped pattern.... or maybe to sit in an old pickup truck and hold the brake while your crusty partner in rhyme shifts it with a wrench into gear... isn't that what romance is? |
| Posted by Anya Kaats on 12/06/06 at 05:57 AM you and your poems about cigarettes and coffee.
and i think hes the only one who doesnt think this is romance. |
| Posted by Delilah Coyne on 12/07/06 at 04:31 PM Being perfectly comfortable with someone is the best romance there is. It's the little moments, the mundane being experienced together, that is life (and love). |
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