paper plates fill the trashcan
and an orangie glow lights up the fire pit
in the distance i hear the faint sounds
of neighbors saying their goodbyes
and car doors slamming.
one last dried up hamburger sits upon the grill
and as i wash the mustard stained spot from the table
i notice the note you left underneath the candle
my heart skips a beat as i freeze and wonder
should i just throw it in the trash?
after the coals grow cold and a cup of coffee
i reach for the blue paper that is
carefully inscripted with a heart next to my name
reminding me of another note you left me years ago
about your plans to leave for Japan
my heart racing i held it for a moment in utter panic
but pleasantly surprised to read the words
nothing wordy or sappy,
just an i love you,
which made me very happy!
11:28 PM 7/3/2013 ©
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A Fine Piece of Art Lives Here
I loved the dried up burger on the grill - nice and touching ~~A~~
(must be like the carefully
(must be like the carefully planted dick from that other poem...lol)
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "