I wrote this poem for Mr. Disposable early this year. I thought I'd sent him the only copy, but I forgot about my sent mail. He got it in his email way back then in February I think, read it, and deleted it.
That should have told me something. I should have got shot of him then, but silly me...
Oh well, here's the poem. Maybe someone out there who is far away from someone who really does care about them can stick it on a card.
probably the most frustrating part
of all this is that
i'm not there
not there to hold you 'til you snore
or to softly laugh
at your drool in the crease
between my bicep and breast
tracing invisible tattoos of hearts
all over your head
so you'll have to do that for me
until i get there
then do that again
when i'm gone
be sure to wrap the blankets tightly
because i'm a nestler and
won't want air between us
be sure to keep the pillows fluffy
because i'm a heavy girl
be sure to touch your face
cradle it in both hands
just before you lie down
and as for the rest
well if i told you
it might not help you sleep...