In the empty kitchen I read
your letter out loud,
try to speak in your tones
as if I might trick my ears,
but there are too many waves
in my voice, I can hardly keep my head
above the water, they are deep
the tides between here and there.
November 1, 2015 by Rosemerry
In the empty kitchen I read
your letter out loud,
try to speak in your tones
as if I might trick my ears,
but there are too many waves
in my voice, I can hardly keep my head
above the water, they are deep
the tides between here and there.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged missing, ocean, poem, poetry, sister | 4 Comments
So many unsaid sentiments hushed by the weaved distance.
Oh I was missing her so much last night, yes, and there really were no words for it
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I can definitely identify with that. My sister lives in Vienna Austria and I am here in San Diego.. sigh… wish i could erase the miles…
Great phrase choice, “…too many waves in my voice…”