some small poems i love (sonia sanchez).

missing you is like

spring standing still on a hill

amid winter snow.




we stumbled into

each other’s lives like two young

children playing house.




when i return home

to sleep the shadow of you

covers me with day.




you have stamped your hour

on me, tattooed yourself on

me like sheets of silk.



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