coming back

Posted in nothing special by maggie on 2009/09/01
coming back

it's time i were back out running my stretch
     bright headlights streaming
crosshatched like a black-and-white sketch
     in behind-closed-door dreaming

time i were back down on tossled sheets
     as though wrapped in satin
back haunting familiar neighborhood streets
     in lower west manhattan

abandoned windows lined up to welcome me back
     their blank faces yawning
my schedule and routine back up on track
     until each love's dawning

back around where i once met my match
     a life and a half younger
and no harm done not hardly a scratch
     to show for my hunger


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