Dear Friend
Where do you hide?
Is it between the spaces of mind
in the unwritten lines
Where do you go?
Don't you know I look forward to meeting you
time and time again
so our worlds can collide with ink and pen
What is it that you seek?
You only sometimes show up to speak
and peek through the creative curtains of ingenuity
Is it me that you seek or you that I seek?
The one that takes my woes
and makes them a platter on which I can grow
Oh Poetry,
won't you come back
just one more time again
Copyright © Tora Simpson | Year Posted 2013
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