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February 12, 2016 14 Comments

at the bookstore
we sat in wide, orange armchairs
by the tall windows
she chose a book from the shelf
for me to write about
Whitney Houston–
as written by Whitney’s sister
I think it was by her sister
who knows..
I didn’t feel much of anything
didn’t even open it
but, I do like that one song
the one from the movie
It’s honest
pain and love, gives me chills
I wrote anyway
not feeling like I had the right
somewhere in my words
a melancholy showed
which often follows me around
tugging at my sleeve frays
on gray days like this
we talked of feelings
or lack thereof
over melancholy words
our damned phones
pinging away
with distraction
from another world

as she pulls away
I miss her, instantly
every time
and I stay behind
for a short while
hoping she might return
but another world
is calling
on the phone

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  1. Mils says

    February 12, 2016 at 8:02 am

    I just love your ability to communicate detail in a seamless way, so it’s not at all mannered. You create a spiky kind of completeness which isn’t jarring at all. You’re really so good at what you do.

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    • Eric says

      February 12, 2016 at 4:59 pm

      Thank you again, Mils. This older piece is really just talking. Nothing fancy, and no damned pointy-head poetry this time. I think you’re on to something with the word ‘mannered’. I’ll have to be more conscious of that in my writing and in what I read. I think I know what you mean.

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  2. pixieannie says

    February 12, 2016 at 2:22 pm

    I have a sad face. This is simply beautiful.

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    • Eric says

      February 12, 2016 at 5:37 pm

      Thank you, Annie. I hope you’re smiling again by now.

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      • pixieannie says

        February 12, 2016 at 5:41 pm

        Never said for long, Eric.

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  3. 2ndhalfolife says

    February 13, 2016 at 12:52 am

    And IIIIIII will alwaysssss love youuuuu…… such a great song the way she belted it, eh? I played it for my ex when I was leaving him… so sad. This was years ago. I don’t really still love him though. I guess time really changes things in the end, but it sounds good at the time! 🙂

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    • Eric says

      February 13, 2016 at 1:12 am

      Yes, that’s the song 😉 I love the way she sang that song. As for love and always, I suppose it depends.. Thank you so much for reading this, tho simple, it’s always been one of my favorite poems.

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      • 2ndhalfolife says

        February 13, 2016 at 2:11 am

        Nice job! ?

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  4. lly1205 says

    February 14, 2016 at 4:22 am

    “another world is calling on the phone” – that is definitely how it feels sometimes, when someone is called away! I loved reading this

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    • Eric says

      February 14, 2016 at 4:29 am

      Yes it does. damn. And thank you 🙂

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  5. lifeinameadow says

    February 20, 2016 at 5:29 am

    Simple, yet conveying so much. Mils is right. You are really good at what you do. 😀

    I enjoyed this quite a bit.

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    • Eric says

      February 20, 2016 at 1:57 pm

      Thank you. I see you read quite a bit last night. Thank you for the visit. Made me smile 🙂

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      • lifeinameadow says

        February 20, 2016 at 2:06 pm

        I did read a bunch of your updates last night! It was MY pleasure.

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  6. Maureen says

    May 4, 2016 at 10:05 pm

    Might she have returned?

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