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Seems Like Mars


if it was morning
I’d say something
like this is the

last thing I did
before I went to
bed last night

but I can’t why
because I’m
still up closing

in on midnight
while you are
sawing logs

a few hours
from first light
but I had to

tell you I love
you one more
time today

which if you
could hear me
counts for the

first I love you
for tomorrow
morning

but you can’t
hear me
I’m here

you’re there

by the way
choir practice
was a whopper

can you hit a
high G he
asked me

I leaned into
the mic and
said I have

no idea
I hit
something

all the while
my thoughts
ran the gamut

from Frankie
Valli to you
sound asleep

anyway here is
another I love
you from what

seems like Mars

 

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alslaff

Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)

I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)

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