Written for:  The Twiglets #130 – “an eternity waiting”

I cannot spend
an eternity waiting.
Only immortals
have that privilege.


Seems like an eternity
since last we met
lips clinging, legs
entwined. All so fine,
we lent no thought
to time passing,
those inevitable sand
grains that run out.
You had to go.
I had to stay.
My voices catches
in my throat as I say,
seems like an eternity
since last we met.


She spent an eternity waiting
for him to take her ice skating
now Spring has come
the bees are a’hum
she packed up skates, and took a break from dating.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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