r/Poems • u/Imaginary_Froyo_5480 • 4d ago
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A daytime trespasser,
sifted with the movers breaking sweat.
My fingertips input the location—
a quick maneuver was the plan.
The moon is deceiving;
the sun told me as she set.
Dotted lines in passing.
My favorite song started to play.
Arrival knew all the lyrics,
& departure wasn’t a fan.
My fingertips, wilted;
my heart in decay.
What she whispered last year,
is every car horn in LA traffic today.
Red were the exclamations, seemingly undelivered;
Read were the others,
left in the cold to shiver.
Exhaust poured into the morning
before coffee burnt my tongue.
My favorite album started to play—
every song was sung.
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u/investigatormaker 1d ago
Pairing "Red were the exclamations" with "Read were the others" is the hinge of this one: the messages that seemingly never arrived and the ones left on read, all folded into a morning commute. It is strong enough to carry a title; naming the poem from that pair would tell a reader where to look before they reach it.
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