Rachel Henley Poems

I miss your footsteps in the hallway.
Arriving home from work at 6, always.
You would always forget to wipe your feet.
Leaving a trail of dirty footprints for me.
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I can only offer you a poets passion.
In the most dignified fashion.
Creative torment and lack of understanding from anyone.
Are two frequent attributes of mine.
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this heart knows pain,
as frequent as rain,
and harsh as snow,
wherever, whatever the weather,
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Find in my words a friend for yourself.
In times or triumph or dispair,
your friend will always be here,
with only the words to care,
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Beloved sister,
Deep in thought you always are.
Believing your below the clouds.
When you're a star.
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I did not complain when my toes succumbed to numbness.
I did not complain when the bitter wind threw itself against me.
I did not complain when the thick mud ruined the flares of my jeans.
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I spend seconds alone,
Throwing smiles, giving waves.
I spend minutes alone,
Engaging in conversations.
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Never make love like you have before,
Never be afraid to taste danger,
And take turns to mop the floor.
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Why are poets so sad?
Why are the writers sticking feelings
in things that don't matter at all.
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You taught me to run with scissors.
I broke all the rules under the influence.
We always knew it was going to end badly.
Still I persisted to defy all regulations.
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