Three little words

Oh how I miss you, the you from long ago

Who would stay up late at night just talking

How I was eager to share, in hopes I would impress

The day you returned those three words

I was 20 ish or something in Idaho Falls at my first house

I just remember standing awestruck as I hung up the phone

My husband was like what’s up?

I remember saying, “my dad just said he loved me.”

He was like so? I said this was the first time he actually said those words

He usually said nothing or just shrugs his shoulders

My husband couldn’t understand the importance of this to me

Things have gone so astray in days as of current

I feel the messenger in between has halted all

The day I trusted words from afar

Was the end for me

I will own my own and eat crow if needed

Where can a blind girl turn

To convey those words to be heard for real

The same you couldn’t easily share way back

Assumptions are what I was always told

To assume makes an ass out of us both

I wonder does this apply to love?

I remember wanting to help so bad

But I was a girl not as of age but of sex

I was so happy when you let me drag the fields that year

A stupid little task, but I got to drive your tractor and he

I was as happy as a pig in shit

Since I had to fight tooth and nail to be allowed to do much

I never wanted anything to do with your ranch

To this day, there is so much contention in the air

I don’t know where, why, how, any adverb of the likes would work here

Ultimately, I love and miss you!

Heidi Talbott

May 2023

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