My Time With You
Your presence
is like a gentle perfume
nestled in the grooves
of the crooked fate lines
on my palms
that evaporates
into thin air
as I struggle to stop it
in my clamped fists
and am left with
two tired, sweaty
hands.
Empty . . .
Joseph K. Wells earns his livelihood as a businessman, occupational therapist and adjunct professor. He was also paid for being a special police officer for a week. He has been published but has not been paid for his poetry yet.
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