Across the Blankets October 26, 2007
Posted by Conrad Hubbard in : Pathos Poetry , trackbackIn the morning, when I wake up,
I want to look across the blankets
of our bed and see the girl I love,
and I want to say “I love you”
and I want to hear it back,
but I want to hear it
come back to me
in a way that makes me know
that she loves me the same way
that I love her.
Coming back to me,
across the blankets.
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Eh, initially when I wrote this it had a much longer second part, but I trimmed that down because it just wasn’t working for me when I read it again by the light of day, regardless of how good it felt when I wrote it. Now it feels tame, though, and it certainly was not tame when I wrote it. Maybe I will rework it again at some point.