Single

A quiet night
I wish for arms
To hold me as I sleep

An early morning
A table with one plate and cup
The other chair pushed back in invitation

To that someone of someday
I drum my fingers in impatience
And dash images before they congeal
Lest I take imagination for something hoped for
and believe it to be real.

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Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at https://redgladiola.wordpress.com

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