Address Change

by The Night Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

I wrote the new address on twenty envelopes. Each time, the letters looked borrowed. For weeks I drove toward the old street when I was tired. The body kept its own mail. Then one rain-heavy evening I saw our lamp through the new window and thought, without correcting myself: home.
50 words · 10 lines · Free Verse
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