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missing.
by Andrew S Adamsflourescent light.
another night wasted
in some frozen windswept
parking lot,
and all i can think of is
the way that your hair looks
when that breeze blows through it.
while i'm waiting for you to
come home,
i'll make you some soup for the cold
so that maybe when you get back,
we can stay in and enjoy everything
we've been missing lately. 06/06/2007 Posted on 06/06/2007
Copyright © 2024 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/07/07 at 03:34 AM I really like the way you set this up. Great line after great line, and some really nicely done, short story style imagery. |
| Posted by Angela Nuzzo on 06/07/07 at 06:27 AM Andrew, those last 4 lines are killer. :) |
| Posted by Kevin Fehlen on 11/02/11 at 09:12 PM This fits perfectly with my day today. Thank you. |
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