
Typewriter Series #2707 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Someday, we promised, someday.
These fingers will know those fingers,
someday, we will call each other
Home. Did you know I find you everywhere?
Did you know you whispered to me through
television screens, through other people’s
words on page, through steam from mugs
or breakfasts spent alone? We are the weight
of every card mailed, every card saved,
the ink that paints them black with longing.
I knew the taste of your lips before
they found mine again, I knew it was you
before I said it aloud.
Someday, we promised, someday,
but had no idea that we decided
when. Teach my mouth to forget
the word goodbye, kiss it away
from my lips, finally.
I have spent too many days
missing you.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Published on August 25, 2019 17:29