glide away Jazz
waiting alone
in a house of photographs
constant smiling faces
a few watts of light
help me remember
keep me up at night
clip the grass
when it gets too long
don't forget
she'll be coming back
by the time
I've gone
house-sitting memories
tale set for one
empty arms
album in lap
empty pages
the desire to fill
little boats
on the lake
little boats making
little wakes
glide away...
glide away....
Poetry OR Poem
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