Hannah Barham

Rookie (Winchester)

For Ben (Written On A Till Receipt) - Poem by Hannah Barham

It's five to nine on a Saturday
night. I'm at work - an hour
to go! - and you're at your
dad's. I'm thinking of us - 
it's written all over my face in
the smile that's caused by
the thought of you. I'm
thinking of you,  and rampaging,
purple flutter-bies are
storming through my stomach.
Thinking of you and the way
your face is already so familiar,
leads to thinking of the smile
which softens as your eyes
slide closed. Of the way you
almost sense my eyes drifting
over your face and the smile
which lights your eyes when
you open them. Of the way
you face fills with peace when
your eyes close. Of how I want
to lay beside you and not just
see you through a computer

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 31, 2012

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