I Do Love You

On the corner
Where the edges
Have grown dull

A suitcase
Picks up the
Discarded pieces

The missed notes
The cracked dishes
Socks with holes
Cups with missing
Handles
Photos without
Names

A suitcase
Dragging a name
Across a street

The sound
A slurring of
Distances between
Curse and silence
Sibilance and siren

A bridge collapsed
Swallowed by a headline
Nobody read

And the suitcase
Drags across
Our streets

Leaving behind
A slag of honey

And the words:
I do love you

© 2018 Tony Robles

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