I miss you because you were a war–
springing up from soiled pages, eraser-mark trenches,
a man wrapped in papyrus bandages.
I miss you because your words
were like will-o’-the-wisps and I could never remember
they meant harm.
I miss you because you had poetry glistening between your lips
instead of saliva. Music instead of anger, me instead of
somebody else.
I miss you because after all those things were gone,
you traced good-bye songs on my skin
and now they burn.
Shairese Penn is a part-time poet, full-time teacher. She resides somewhere in the dusty south, existing off of coffee and internet. She can be found at starendpieces.com.
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Melancholy Hyperbole 
Stunning poem! Every line fresh, evocative, sensate. Left me gasping, in the best way. Thank you to Melancholy Hyperbole for publishing this and to you for writing it.
Thank you! That means a lot!
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Gorgeous poem