Do you ever have those moments when you see a scene in your mind so clearly it’s as if it writes itself? This poem came to me that way. I consider it a “could have been” poem carried over from some remnants of a previous relationship. It’s brand new, not written for a workshop or anything, so feedback from you guys would be awesome. (Unless you hate it…)
In the Kitchen
I followed you from the bedroom to the kitchen
We’d been sleeping but you wanted some milk
I watched you in the faint light from the fridge
“This is my life,” I thought, “I can’t believe it.
The truth is I still don’t know how to love you.
I’m selfish, mean, childish.
You put the carton back.
You turned, surprised to see me,
You said you loved me.
I said, “I’ll try.”