THIS IS A POEM ABOUT DIFFERENT WAYS OF MISSING THINGS 4.27.17

4.27.17

I think I miss you

how an unused tire misses asphalt

I think, I miss you

how the cooperative nail misses the hammer

I think, I miss you

how I imagine you miss me, thoughts of me

rolling through the corridor of your memory

giving chase like a boulder

to the solitary figure of your regret,

your endless regret,

your endless effort to outrun

what can only be thought out.


Written at 6:29 in the afternoon, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA, before driving to soccer practice. 

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