Untitled
Sometimes that hour drive between us feels insurmountable. Like
COVID moved us states apart before I did that. You’re stuck in the stifling
heat of the kitchen sacrificing your body for a
year’s worth of pay and then some in a single summer. I miss your
laugh and ocean side walks and wanting to hold your hand.
Ever wonder what we could have been? Could have felt? I’ll keep
recommending Tucker & Dale vs Evil to pretend you’re near.
Untitled. What I like most is that emotions are running high…from the beginning with the hour long drive, to the end, pretending you’re near!! The mention of covid also brings out emotion almost instantly. Loss. Leaving it untitled is perfect!!
It’s an acrostic of the name of who this poem is about but I didn’t want to title it with the name either so Untitled is going to have some staying power