Even That Day
I should have realized
back then in the beginning,
that day when you brought
the Jones’ refrigerator box
into our tiny apartment
and moved it into our bedroom
as your office, hanging poems
inside, near the lamp
and milk-crate desk,
hanging drafts on those corrugated walls,
masking taped there
like something holding together
your lettered soul.
I should have dealt with
the glow on your face
then, rather than fake
sharing a dream
you carried,
effortlessly and alone.
I should have welcomed
the solitary confinement
of your passion and you
continued filling watercolor-paper books
even while the judge deliberated
our future.
--Todd Sukany 24 Feb 2015
I should have realized
back then in the beginning,
that day when you brought
the Jones’ refrigerator box
into our tiny apartment
and moved it into our bedroom
as your office, hanging poems
inside, near the lamp
and milk-crate desk,
hanging drafts on those corrugated walls,
masking taped there
like something holding together
your lettered soul.
I should have dealt with
the glow on your face
then, rather than fake
sharing a dream
you carried,
effortlessly and alone.
I should have welcomed
the solitary confinement
of your passion and you
continued filling watercolor-paper books
even while the judge deliberated
our future.
--Todd Sukany 24 Feb 2015
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