Poems from madirenee96
His ears are perked but he isn't listening.
I can hear his thoughts drifting on to his own subject and away from mine...
"You can ride...
Tuesday night is writing night
Up at Saturday Night Live.
The cameras are off,
The lights are on,
And no one sleeps.
Everything’s funny
At...
The first time she saw her
Was on the way home
She sat away from the back of the seat
Leaning forward as though
She were a little anxious...