2 hours before I leave for work
12 hours before you leave the continental United States,
I am in a state of denial.
I ignore the fact that like all the
other women that I have been interested in
you are leaving the state.
It has reached such a level of predictable absurdity
that dating me should come
with baggage
but I mean real baggage
like suitcases and steamer trunks,
cardboard boxes for the stuff you will inevitabley
pack up and take with you.
But somewhere in the silence
of this morning
I have found the boarding pass
for letting go.
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2 comments:
nice! The subtlety is gorgeous!
Might I suggest (I'll assume, yes) that you could remove "but I mean real baggage" and "for the stuff."
Hey Wilson, it's Brad from B-1 Creative Writting Class again. I just read your poem "State Lines (a work in progress)" is amazing! I loved how you started out in a stage of denial of yourself, and feelings, but ended up realizing how to obtain closure.
P.S. COme check me out on my blog. Cya in class.
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