Strangers
are the closest companions.
You take a shot
and I let it go.
You say I’m pretty
and I let it go.
Will we meet again?
I don’t know.
Strangers
More by Geri
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Listening to Wind
It is September, yet
I can still hear the beach.
The sea moves and swells;
it tumbles to the shore,
dusts itself off,
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I think my parents deserve to be happy.
They deserve to laugh and sit on the floor and coo over babies.
They deserve to talk in a language I don’t understand.
They deserve to look at each other with love.
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Providence
Sweat gathers everywhere as
I climb the golden pavement.
The known ways, the known faces
are waves in the sound.
Comments
This is so true!
Yay I'm grateful that someone understands how I feel!
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