November 27 Poem

Forgot to post this last night.

There are a thousand love poems

hidden deep in my heart, trying

to get out. They come knocking

at all hours, but mostly at night

when I’m alone and the house

is quiet and my heart aches with

the knocking and I want to open

that secret door and let those

words come flying out to find

their way to paper where they

can live and be seen and held close.

But instead they remain locked up,

forgotten, waiting for another day,

another time.

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