to the love that I miss being

Outside the window
As night creeps through the branches
And the sky blushes as it would
When the sun rises in the morning
Blushes caught, unexpectedly naked
And longing for what has passed
What has yet to come
This is when I find myself wishing
Like a fool
For what is gone or never was
Never could be or always was
But I was too stupid to notice
I can hear the doves, sleepy in their cooing
Calling out to each other
Or just calling out – who knows really which
Cars roll by after a long work day
And the smell of the heat from the sun
Still lingering in the air
The love
That I miss being
Is stretched out and laying
Across the shadows in the yard


Leigh-Anne Tyson


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