Do you ever think of me where you are now?
Do you miss me like I miss you?
Is it grand where you are
Sunny days No storms
No crises that must be fixed by you
Are there pillows where you are
So you can throw your arms around one
And pretend that you’re holding me
Does the feel of my body live in your eternal mind
Am I as real to you as you are real to me
Where you are now
Is it blissful and peaceful where you are now
Do you have all the pencils
And pens and ink you need
Are the streets paved with gold
But gold doesn’t matter
Where you are now
Where you are now
Money doesn’t matter
Where you are there is no poverty
I cannot imagine what it’s like where you are
I hope you are happy and free
Where you are now
2 comments:
I love this Mary. I'm going to copy it and leave it in an envelope for someone to find at some point.
Ah, Mary. You have a poet's soul.
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