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Getting Comfortable
by Anita MacSitting on a pile of gravel,
my back against the wrong side
of a fence,
I was thinking that maybe Now
was the time
to reach out for you.
I never did
for fear you wouldn’t
actually be there,
though you’ve never
failed me in the past
(sometimes almost miraculously so).
I just got comfortable
with gouges in my seat
and a bar across my back.
Your hands
always seemed
to gravitate toward my hips,
and my arms always wanted
to be wrapped around your shoulders. 09/01/2009 Author's Note: And it occurs to me that I am writing in the past tense... and that is a little heartbreaking, though probably for the best.
Posted on 09/02/2009
Copyright © 2024 Anita Mac
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 09/02/09 at 12:18 PM ..... this is excellent..... |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 09/04/09 at 07:43 PM this piece is amazing. i'm not even sure what else to say. |
| Posted by Matthew Sharp on 09/19/09 at 01:54 AM i can relate to the feeling expressed here..
awesome write... its good on you:) |
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