I wonder if the bobby pins i hid in
your bedroom
are still pinned to the same beige lampshade.
and i wonder if the grooves in the stitching of
your sweater are as deep as it's maroon color makes it look.
I wonder if your collection of stickers is still
growing on your window panes.
and i wonder how messy your closet has gotten
since i last helped you clean it.
I wonder if the cuffs of your khakis are still
stained from the puddles we danced through.
and i wonder if you just threw them away.
i wonder if you realize that i would plant flowers
in your yard every summer if it meant that
i could always be there to water them.
and i wonder if you will ever allow me back
into your life so that my wonders can be answered.
r.m.
are still pinned to the same beige lampshade.
and i wonder if the grooves in the stitching of
your sweater are as deep as it's maroon color makes it look.
I wonder if your collection of stickers is still
growing on your window panes.
and i wonder how messy your closet has gotten
since i last helped you clean it.
I wonder if the cuffs of your khakis are still
stained from the puddles we danced through.
and i wonder if you just threw them away.
i wonder if you realize that i would plant flowers
in your yard every summer if it meant that
i could always be there to water them.
and i wonder if you will ever allow me back
into your life so that my wonders can be answered.
r.m.
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