Hate Is Kate Is Hey, You, What'Re You Looking At? Poem by John W. McEwers
Hate Is Kate Is Hey, You, What'Re You Looking At?
Yesterday I was a whole lot younger than I'll be the day
after tomorrow's sun is setting on my exposed backside.
But I remember you, and forever
I wonder what tomorrows could have been made of what love is made of
Which is only sometimes truly love.
More like your name.
But with an 'H' instead.
Saturday, August 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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