Day to Day Poetry

Day to Day Poetry #37

You are the mirage in my mind,
Ingrained, solidified
Carved into the eponymous of my existence –
A character I turned into a verisimilitude,
one even Carraway can’t force into a rendezvous
inside his living room,
one sunny afternoon.

Please don’t walk away
until I know you
beyond the curve of your back
and the angry, jutted out nerves
that decorates your
worn knuckles.

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