by Douglas Slayton
last year
i wrote you songs
because i didn't think
i would make it through another
and you still haven't called
but i am not mad
but i am sad
i still wait somedays
i want to ride my bike past your house sometimes
but i know it's wrong
and i know i will die someday
and if i was meant for anyone
it was for you
the moon was new
and there was no rain
when we were together
but when it rains and
the moon is full
i think of walking through
the yard together
Doug Slayton is Professor Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine
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