So close so many years,
adjacent bedrooms; both
in one most often. Secrets
parents weren’t supposed to know —
ATM fix everything. So many miles
as wheels roll, adjoining
as electrons fly. But hugs need arms,
late-night chats languish
without the touch. Wheels
roll as hearts gravitate
to love.
adjacent bedrooms; both
in one most often. Secrets
parents weren’t supposed to know —
ATM fix everything. So many miles
as wheels roll, adjoining
as electrons fly. But hugs need arms,
late-night chats languish
without the touch. Wheels
roll as hearts gravitate
to love.
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ReplyDeleteI never was sure this was a recovery poem, felt like it wasn’t, needed to put it up. ATM is not a machine. Look at the image at http://cdn0.sbnation.com/legacy_images/cornnation/images/admin/texas_am_logo375.jpg
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