New Address in My Phone
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
Your contact card changes first:
new street,
new city,
a time zone three hours away.
Nothing else knows yet.
Your mug remains in my cupboard.
Thursday still expects our walk.
The café table keeps two chairs.
We promise calls,
and mean it.
We also know distance
will invent new habits.
I save the address,
then send you a photograph
of everything still here.
63 words · 15 lines · Free Verse