Nora K. Loyd

Nora K. Loyd

The Unknown

Be careful what you wish for
It may leave you with more questions than answers.

Ritornello


I take my seat,
The string quartet begins.
I try to lose myself in the music,
Following the themes,
Listening to the structure.
Instead, I lose my concentration.
My thoughts keep turning back to you.

My Duncan

Oh Duncan, my Duncan,
Oh Duncan, my cat!
For you are my Duncan,
And you are my cat.
If you weren't my Duncan
It'd still be true that
Your fur would be dun
And you'd still be a cat.

Gone


I return from my trip and half expect
To see that you, too, have returned.
But I merely went on vacation,
You moved away.

I go past your old place,
The light is on,
Someone new has moved in--
Someone not you.
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