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11.30.11 Posted in today's words by

Christopher Roe’s most recent poem to appear here was Ruins (October 2011).

By Christopher Roe

It’s getting late and the computer
sounds like crickets
its screen alight with hope
and I wait for an email, 
a good night email from you.
And I wonder what you are doing.
Are you sipping wine?
Are  you in your pajamas?
Are you thinking of me too?
Hush. Don’t answer.
The pictures in my head
are probably better than the reality
and why take chances with 
what gets you through the night.
While I’m waiting
I’m writing this poem.
I like to write poems when I’m waiting.
I’ve written ten books of poems
which is a lot of waiting
and I’m in the middle of another
and still waiting.
Not for you, not for me
but I’m waiting for us
for the break, for the luck
for the moment, for the pain
I’m waiting and writing
and here in the dark
with the computer crickets singing
I pray I’m not waiting in vain.

One Response to “Waiting”

  1. bobbie troy says:

    I also hope you are not waiting in vain!
    Good one, Christopher.

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