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The first time in forever (Free verse) by Jeremi B. Handrinos
"Knowing what you cannot do is
a writer's second-best gift".
Dedicated to Josephine Jacobsen
& everyone I've loved & poets.
I couldn't wait to get there
My palms moist and heart
rate up, face flush ruddy.
Those around could sense
my eagerness so much so...
It elated them along with me.
The train arrived with steam
and noise. Laughter children
and punctual adults leading
following. A clock spins, but
my bags are light, extensions.
fresh stick of gum in my walk
I talk to myself without a care.
Employing a carrier to carry me there.
He does with third rate conversation.
I, however, am amused and attentive
because, I am almost to you now.
I am this close from smelling
everything about your curvings.
The way you correct me and brush
it all away. You bring me in, and
let me out with a convergence divine.
When I arrived and inquired as to your absence?
With a smile, dry eyes and plastic covered furniture
They kindly said with a sigh "Why, you had died, dead."
Then, surprisingly, your mother took my coat and bags
and led me upstairs to your room. Everything perfectly
still and unmoved. Pictures, energy, doodles, dried
flowers. I sat on your bed and I laid back.
To sleep, for the first time in forever.