When? Why? How?

When do I get it?
Next week?
Next decade?
When does it pay off
for me?
Like it did for
him, for her
When do I get the
night-lighted hallway,
socks on the kitchen floor,
invitations for him and her
Mr. and Mrs.
Sunday dinners and
being tucked into bed and
tucking in
Haven’t I given and
asked to be gotten?
When did I slip through
the cracks?
Was it when I ran?
Swam, drove away,
slamming doors?
Was it when I didn’t say I do?
Was it when I said I don’t?
I don’t remember you asking

9 thoughts on “When? Why? How?

      1. hey don’t be sorry,,i feel very bad when my friends say sorry to me….so not text time ๐Ÿ™‚ O.K
        I didn’t mean you should comment as soon as possible dear.you can comment any time…
        And will you be my friend?????????????

  1. Dear Terah, you haven’t slipped through the cracks. Night-lighted hallway… great detail. I got news today that my sister and her husband just bought such a house.

  2. I used to ask myself the same questions, then I realised that those things other people had were things I didn’t even want. I had something they would never understand. Freedom.

    1. Word. I had a thought the other day along these lines that I really wanted to write a poem about but never got to it. It was like the opposite of this poem.. was going to start with something like “You keep your stale sex/ your coupon book/ your schedule/ your kid-sticky counter tops and boy-smelly hallways/ You have fun with that”

      So, yeah, I get it ๐Ÿ™‚

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