By @two-bees-poetry
penelope | odysseus |
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dearest, | i remember you and |
time rolls on and | your voice is in the sea, and |
our son grows taller, and | this has been twenty years; |
i realize that we were | playing with love, with fire, |
just children | going off to war |
when we married. i’m | still holding your flowers. |
a woman, | a man, a promise. |
now- | you must be so beautiful; |
i want to know, | do you have laugh lines? |
what do you look like | now |
with gray in your hair? | i hope you still pick flowers- |
i imagine you still smell like | hyacinths, bluebells. |
fresh earth. i imagine | you’re still waiting. |
you’re still out there. | i’m still waiting. |