Dusty Poems 16

The poem below is from the Dusty Poems series, a collection of poems I wrote many years ago, long before I knew how much of a force poetry would be in my life. I’ve enjoyed going through these old poems that contain a completely different voice and style than I write poetry now, but have been interesting to reflect on. I hope you enjoy them, too.

Welcoming the comfort of your voice
I slip into us with little choice.
I cannot be with you
now or ever again.
But when I hear your words I feel a sense of home.
They echo through me, even in this poem.
Waiting for time to pass
so I can remember what to tell you.
Passing the time by
praying you or I won’t cry.
When it becomes apparent we have to let go
more than we planned.
The distance keeps us together
keeps us stable for now.
But when the space is gone
will we both have moved on?