For All the Times

For all the times
I watched you drive away
until you were a speck of dust blurred by tears,
frightened by the loss,
but relieved at the silence,
I never said please come back.

For all the times
I wanted to twist off your neck
and drink wine from your head,
the icy nights when
a mile-long glacier floated between us,
I never said I’m sorry.

For all the times
we were dulled by routine
and rehearsed conversation,
when we stared through each other
at the skeletons of our dreams,
I never said I love you, I’m sorry, please come back.

published in July 2021 WyoPoets News



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