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But today,
three years
five months
and fifteen days
(but who's counting)
later,
on an impulse,
because I was shirking work,
because I needed a break after reading 35 bad CVs,
because I saw a blog post about a guy who'd done the same thing,
because I'd never done it myself,
I asked Google whether it knew you.
You're in another country now
(you were always a rolling stone),
your CV's much expanded,
you've worked there a while,
you did a course
(yay for you! I knew you'd do it eventually)
you had to drop out, though, because you were broke,
(and I was sorry to see that)
you are – or were – searching for a job...
But there's no indication of whether
you're still with him (your name is still the same)
or if you've changed your mind about having kids.
No word about whether you're happy
Or if you ever –
do you ever
do you never
do you ever
– Search for me.
Labels: poetry
6 Comments:
This is one from the gut. The angst is palpable and hits.
Quite liked. :)
Absolutely enchanting!
smooth yet gut-wrenching...
loved it!
aparna dogra
bravo peter! like all good poetry, it astonishes with the feeling that it was written specifically for this moment, this me, myself.
only one thought - i would have liked it more perhaps if the ending was less direct - left something to the reader to imagine who the other might be...
free verse has a little zing of its own. loved the piece and the imagery.
Been there done that :)
The poem is deceptively simple But all your poems are so, aren't they?
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