writings on life

Meet Me in Richmond

I had a thought today

You were in it like always

I don’t know if I come in to yours

Since the divorce

An earthquake in my world

Our friendship was collateral damage

Not just two are wounded

And I’ve yet to find a bandage

But I was thinking about the fall

One of your favorite times

You used to decorate

It seemed like for every activity, every adventure, you couldn’t wait

What if you met me in Richmond

We could share a room, watch that old horse movie again

Hit the streets running

I’ve often wondered if all the miles were a form of numbing

But maybe hanging out again could be a salve

You know, I’d love to find out

So meet me in Richmond in November under the leaves

Perhaps just a little trip, you and me

Would you tell me you still think of me, you miss me

Could we be two adolescent girls again

Just having fun, free, not running from something

But just running for the thrill

We could drink coffee again and be still

Watch our favorite movie

Talk of novels

Any of your affection would move me

I hope you won’t dawdle

I long to see you again

Come November

Meet me in Richmond

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