Shawn L. Bird

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poem- late July 13, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:42 am
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Eleven forty-two

and I’m missing you

You said you’d be back between

eleven thirty and twelve o’clock

I hope you didn’t stop anywhere because it seems

The minutes are hours and I’m powerless

with longing.  I guess this means

I love you, even though now it’s

eleven fifty-two

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(Actually, he came through the door at 11:47, right on schedule.  Poetic license!)  🙂

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8 Responses to “poem- late”

  1. Love sits still, as the clock moves on.

  2. Scott Says:

    Verse seems so easy for you.

  3. jburns58 Says:

    Love is every hour, not just the moments.

  4. Melody J Haislip Says:

    What a coincidence. I once began a poem, “It’s eighteen minutes
    Till December ~ 🙂 (and he’s still got eight minutes)


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