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His Girl

by Devon E Mattys

When he calls me his girl, I melt.
An orchestra of heartstrings swells,
And as surely as his pronoun is possessive,
I am
his.

09/09/2017

Author's Note: Inspired by a text I received this morning at 3:07am, when the person who sent it should have been asleep. I was in the middle of a 4-hour drive away from his place, and it read, simply, "Where is my girl now?"

Posted on 09/10/2017
Copyright © 2017 Devon E Mattys

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/10/17 at 04:23 PM

I like this Devon. Short, but to the point, and in that...evocative.

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