#5 – Lost Pleasures

LOST PLEASURES

the view from room 217 as the sun rises

her laugh

the longevity of certain conversations

     and certain daydreams

silence

the fact that he knew how to cook (ribs)

     and our Sunday mornings

the nostalgia of comfort foods and ample wine

how she understood me with a nod

the shade of pines after the first hill

(before the storm)

being unreachable, there

      or anywhere

things to believe in

belonging

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Poem©2022, Jen Payne. #NaPoWriMo,  National Poetry Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.