i will surely miss you...

a sad, sweet voice
 from a payphone:
 "don't call me anymore!"

a thousand poems sighed.
 i will surely miss you
 deeply, beautifully. what

to do next?
 i did not know.
 after awhile

lunging for a second life,
 my shaking legs move...
 and window the sky. "i will

surely miss you...
 i will not cry"

©anna laurencio /2013

   note:

   poem is part metaphor,
   part imagination of the author salted with the power of art .
   this engaging poem is a gate opening to all who write, read or teach
   poetry to find themselves broadened and enlarge imagination
   no matter what the circumstances.