6 – This Time

If I am gone when you wake

from your dusty nightmares

and moonlit ghosts I never knew

check beneath your pillow

I’ve tucked my heart there

for long, safe keeping —

pay no mind to the leaving,

I’ve found my solace

with the watches

in your top drawer

their time no more squandered

than our turn, turn, turn.

Poem ©2019, Jen Payne. National Poetry Month #6 and NaPoWriMo poem. #NaPoWriMo. For more poetry by Jen Payne, purchase a copy of Evidence of Flossing: What We Leave Behind! BUY THE BOOK TODAY!

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