Waiting For Another Coincidence
A place met once
out of how many should haves
sitting in silver chairs and searching
for words to say?
I long to change that ending
so I come here every day
and for lightning, pray,
to bring us back to life.
We had it once
when I was freshly distracted
by a pretty devil
I thought could be the one.
Instead there is yet another
empty seat across from me,
on the table
all the time lost between us.
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The sadness comes through. I especially like the turn: “when I was freshly distracted by a pretty devil.”
Philip, this is Dennis. I am apparently logged in as Jennifer. We’re on vacation, and I’m using her laptop. I made the previous comment.