Full of You

I'm overwhelmed with you. This fullness is a foolish hope for the future in the future in the past which is composed of me without you, the ghoulish words I have said to you before you left, the last but not the least phone call: "Oops, I forgot my brolly, but hell with it", the parts of lovers on the torn photography of us, the soaking and squally night outside, the clock that seems keen to forewarn that it will be too late. Too late? It is too early to start to miss you, to despair, to wear your tights in secret, to drop dead and holding on the pearly locked gates to look for you, my love, among the sprites. 04.04.2019 'I’m Crushing On You' Poetry Contest Julie Leigh Rodeheaver