Mr. Cabbage Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Mr. Cabbage



Here I hold
dangling
between
my shaking hands
is a porcelain
thought,
wishing you
nothing but
the warmest
of hearts
and brightest
of all suns.
Words will
be exchanged
time will be
our friend,
for now
let the space
and engagements
take ahold of you
for when
you come back
you’re staying.

For good.

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