i have been waiting for you
beneath the arching branches
of the trees that frame the parking lot, 
i know you are there inside,
just beyond the glass,
nestled in warmth, waiting.
can you hear me out here
in the dark, under the street lights,
writing to you, speaking to you
from the coffee stained front seat of my car?
i ask for them for you every night,
i beg for them to let me in,
let me see you, caress you 
i ask for their permission
to get to know you, yet 
when they finally free you,
i can never find the words,
so won’t you take the ones here
as penance for the nights
i couldn’t speak, the nights
i went home and cooked,
the nights i forgot about you
because these words here
are the only ones i have except
“may i have a bean burrito?”

National Poetry Writing Month Day 15: try to create a sort of specific voice or character that can act as the “speaker” of your poem, and that could be acted by someone reciting the poem.

(This is try 2 for today, so it’s a kind of bonus poem!)

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