Best Calendrical Poems

Ten.

Ten years, I've been scared,
fearing the phone's ring.

Twenty.

Twenty years, I was,
learning how goodbye really felt.

Thirty.

Thirty years, I reached,
forty-four days ago.

Forty.

Forty, my brother was,
for fifty-seven days.

That's all he got...
and that feels like all for me.

I'm terrified, I'll admit.
Every knock on the door,
every surprise text or call,
every...

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