I miss you, my son texted last night--
Words coming to me through the air
From halfway across the country--
And I wanted to text him back
I miss you and
I miss me, too.
This is what I want:
To taste the salt of my own tears again.
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Wow! That is very powerful. Tiny poems are the best, and that is one of the best of the best.
I've always loved tiny things. I especially love this. I miss you, too.
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