Charles Street
That’s me at the door, crying,
watching my mom and her boyfriend
walk across the street to the car.
Maybe I didn’t understand
that she’d be coming back.
Or maybe I understood
that she wouldn’t be.
/ / /
23 July 2023
Charlottesville VA
This is poem #2 in a new series,
50 Days Till 50 Years. I’m writing
a poem a day between now and my
50th birthday. I’m going to try to focus
on memories of my past, and the people
who inhabited it.
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