Waiting.June 18, 2008 at 7:40 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 22 Comments
Tags: poetry, writing
The television is on but one scene
doesn’t seem to connect to the next.
The kitchen is an empty space
though the fridge is full and dinner waits.
Books have words I cannot hear
when you are not here.
I wonder what my arms are for,
why it is I have lips at all.
The dog lies motionless at my feet,
not asleep, just on pause.
His tail is between my legs,
his nose is pointed at the door,