I found your letter in my mailbox today
You were just checkin’ if I was okay
And if I miss you
Well you know what they say…
The playlist doesn’t know better,
picks a song from the queue —
picks you from the queue —
and it’s a blue moon moment
just yesterday:
4 a.m. on the Expressway
up and around the city,
before they buried all of
the late night stories
beneath monuments of hours,
the car is cold,
a late winter bite in the air
and pale smoke curls
that habit more forgot than you,
a pinpoint moment
I hear the angel’s voice
clear and bright, sing
of longing and memory
those moments of missing
that arrive at random,
sometimes, like now
a hundred years since then…
you, me, our mess of love
piercing the darkness then,
this rainy afternoon now,
and I am celestial,
my heart traveling time
Just once in a very blue moon
Just once in a very blue moon
And I feel one comin’ on soon
Photo of Boston’s old, elevated central artery. Poem ©2023, Jen Payne. #NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gif
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