Heather Frequency

Steadfast
2006-05-03 17:41:11 (UTC)

Bug

Upon first mention
the bug in my ear
appears,
backpack in hand.
He intends to stay a while.
He creates an unmerciful urge
to find out for myself.
Retention.
Curious.
Where are we?
Where would we be?
He sets up camp
for a one-night stay.
Chimes in periodically.

Just in case I've forgotten.

Nothing else sticks
quite like him.
Then, just as the juxtaposition
of nostalgia and me
gets kind of comfortable,
comforting,
he packs up and leaves
without a word,
as quickly as he came to me.




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