CarrollBlog 3.13

"Yeah Yeah Yeah"

by Roddy Lumsden

No matter what you did to her, she said,

There's times, she said, she misses you, your face

Will pucker in her dream, and times the bed's

Too big. Stray hairs will surface in a place

You used to leave your shoes. A certain phrase,

Some old song on the radio, a joke

You had to be there for, she said, some days

It really gets to her; the way you smoked

Or held a cup, or her, and how you woke

Up crying in the night sometimes, the way

She'd stroke and hush you, and how you broke

Her still. All this she told me yesterday,

Then she rolled over, laughed, began to do

To me what she so rarely did with you.