a hundred notes

I wrote myself a hundred notes because
I was missing your words. You know,
those that used to sing along
with the soft breeze at night,
and whistle with the birds
in the morning.

The ones that kept looking
for the melody that was lost
among the chaos of traffic, and
tried to steal a nap
during the long commute from work.

I wrote myself a hundred notes because
you left me stranded on a deserted island
and there was really nothing better
to do.

~~~

© annie scribes 2017
all rights reserved

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