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.
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So beautiful I want to cry...and I am NOT a crier, ever!
Possibly one of my favourite poems ...
As a rule I think that dishes can wait.
that was lovely, i could picture it all in my mind...
I've been thinking about you. I hope all is well.
Am crying now. Just crying. I'm back many weeks later and just crying. I love you, my friend.
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