
I shut my eyes
and she thinks I sleep
but I hear her
not so subtle movements
the extra care in clean
the extra care in sorting the laundry
the piles that are never put away
and I know
she will go
And I hope she will
carry me with her
not in her heart
but in her car
the freedom
the adventure
the trucks that blow their horn
saying hello
the sun on the dashboard
I close my eyes
listening for the sound
of my name
and wonder
will she take me with her?

2 comments:
Jaz, you are a good writer.
Nice poem, good luck on getting to go along!
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