About someone i moved away from. again.


Traipsing back

Why is it you
why is it me?
standing five long hours away
It hasnt always been like this
i used to often stay
in the room
id often linger
just catch a glimpse of you.
id twitch my eyes subtly aside
to see you walking through
the doorway
to my heart
you opened with a smile
call it a crush, call it a rush
call it a boyish wile
to speak
with you
was all i could have wished
i soon gave up, forgot, and left
so long, thanks for the fish
You gave me
a goodbye
I happily went my way
completely and not thinking
You'd come traipsin' back one day




Poetry by Joe Fern
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Written on 2007-09-08 at 05:55

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Inchworm
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2007-09-09