Away Poem by Foster Teegarden

Sweeping through the streets of New York
on a spree.
Veering up to greet you, of course.
Can it be?

After such a long time away
with sorrow,
laughter should be easy to crave.
We'll borrow.

What to talk about though is hard
to think of.
Pestilence of the mind has marred
all above.

Life has taken a fatal spin
for us both.
Strife has taken away our grin,
and we're loath.

With all this going through my mind,
I can't stop.
Your shawl walks by, and does my tie,
and we're robbed.