Monday, November 25, 2002

counting days.

"Counting Days"

Today is the 5th,
A month since we celebrated
Your birthday with homemade brownies,
And fourteen days since you have called.
The rumble of every diesel truck I hear
Turns my head,
And I can’t help but look
At the driver of every maroon F-250
I see on the roads.
I check my machine like clockwork
When I get home,
And remember to carry my cell phone
Even to the bathroom.
I’m lying awake in bed
Again tonight.
The phone lies quiet
Beside my pillow.
Today is the 6th,
And fifteen days since you have called.

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