February 28, 2011

New Stories

(image via splityarn of Flickr fame)

Thinking that the person
who was calling
was you,
I dove right in
with endearments.
But she was calling about
some mail that
had gone wrong.
She was not you.
Was, in fact,
a complete stranger
with whom we share
a house number,
though not a street.

We got it all untangled:
the mail at her house
meant to be at ours,
and the words in my mouth
meant for you.

And now,
both of our families
have stories
about me
speaking,
for a moment,
with such tender devotion...
to her.

6 comments:

'n said...

LOVE this

Anonymous said...

I like it!!
chimchim

kerrdelune said...

This is wonderful!

Shelley said...

Thank you for your kind words, friends!

Deborah C. Stearns said...

This is lovely!

Kelley Ann Hornyak said...

Love this! Great work.