Saturday, June 13, 2009

Drive By

photo by J. Eger

I never look
to see if you’re in the yard
when I drive past your house.
I never close my eyes
and pretend your fingers
are tracing the curves of my body
when I hear Percy Sledge singing
“When a Man Loves a Woman”
on the radio.
I don’t dream of you at night.
I don’t pretend
to hold your hand…
see your face, hear you
whisper in my ear.
It isn’t you. It can’t be.

~~ Julie Eger

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