8/29/11

Love Is An Hour Away
By Steve Baba


My head hurts
But not as bad as my heart

She's a state away
Only an hour by air
I can't be there

But I hope she's thinking of me
As I sit here in front of the
Living room looking at
A picture of us
In happier times

No beer
No wine
No liquor
Can extinguish these feelings

In my mind it repeats over and over
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you

I'll be going to bed now
Remembering how she shared a bed
And it was the soundest sleep
That I ever had


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Steve Baba is a 40 year old wanderer. He is currently writing poems for a new poetry book about his time living in New York City.