Sunday, April 15, 2012

Sameness



He only phones when he wants my help.

She lets me know of the terrible thing that
has happened to her,
how the salesperson has treated her
what he had so unthoughtfully said to her.

Another knocks on my door inviting me to attend church.

A neighbor’s mid-morning greeting,
“Did your laundry come out alright?”

Not what I was wanting to hear ...
Not the way I wanted
reminders of love to come to me.


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