In Places We Cannot Go Poem by Robert Rorabeck

In Places We Cannot Go



Heart stems in the forgotten cul-de-sacs
Underneath the willows- and I wonder if you’ve
Seen us:
As it’s been raining, but the airplanes have been
Flying in the sky anyway-
And my face is scarred, but not as much as the
Way you left me
Because you are the mother of another man’s
Children
And the angels hatches in places we cannot
Go anymore.

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Robert Rorabeck

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Berrien Springs
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