Sunday, April 11, 2010

april post-a-poem {5}

the water in the sink gets cold.

i was doing the dishes
but came to look for pictures
of you
instead...
and found none.

i know i have them,
i have them in my head,
your black hair, your granny glasses,
bright eyes
and sun-behind-the-cloud smile...
the way your english is always tinged
with french,
syllables accenting in opposite places....

the purple shirt
silky smooth with tiny flowers,
knitting needles clacking in your hands...

and the water in the sink gets cold.

5 comments:

Karen Travels said...

So beautiful I want to cry...and I am NOT a crier, ever!

Nat said...

Possibly one of my favourite poems ...

As a rule I think that dishes can wait.

mrs mediocrity said...

that was lovely, i could picture it all in my mind...

Relyn said...

I've been thinking about you. I hope all is well.

Relyn said...

Am crying now. Just crying. I'm back many weeks later and just crying. I love you, my friend.