Missing a Word

It would be lying to say

I haven’t waited all day

for word from you.

You, who has my filial

heart and imprisoned soul

marching like zombies

around your imperious being.


Yes, it would be a lie

to speak about you

as an after thought,

a smidgen of remembrance,

as if I did not know you well.


Well, I do know you,

and I give you no pardon,

unless, of course, you

ask for one.


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