One Dork Later

I'd like to say "this will find its audience" but the truth is I just didn't know how to tag this

find its audience or it’ll

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TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN

The penelope side reads,

dearest, time rolls on and our son grows taller, and i realize that we were just children when we married. i'm a woman, now- i want to know, what do you look like with gray in your hair? i imagine you still smell like fresh earth. i imagine you're still out there.

The odysseus side reads,

i remember you and your voice is in the sea, and this has been twenty years; playing with love, with fire, going off to war still holding your flowers. a man, a promise. you must be so beautiful; do you have laugh lines? now i hope you still pick flowers- hyacinths, bluebells. you're still waiting. i'm still waiting.

Together they read,

dearest, i remember you and time rolls on and your voice is in the sea, and our son grows taller, and this has been twenty years; i realize that we were playing with love, with fire, just children going off to war when we married. i'm still holding your flowers. a woman, a man, a promise. now- you must be so beautiful; i want to know, do you have laugh lines? what do you look like now with gray in your hair? i hope you still pick flowers- i imagine you still smell like hyacinths, bluebells. fresh earth. i imagine you're still waiting. you're still out there. i'm still waiting.

It's signed two.bees.poetry