A Truth I’ll Never Tell, by Rachel Narozniak

I get a certain nausea

sometimes

when I don’t hear from you.

You are busy,

day’s schedule

dotted

with errands,

responsibilities,

routines that you individualize

and imbibe with life.

I tap my pen and

worry

fearful end will come

without warning.

That I will become

a routine

too monotonous,

too common

for your

ever changing

plans.

Fearful

a phone call

to notify will get lost

among spontaneity.

-Rachel Narozniak

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