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LATITUDES, 3rd EDITION

Poetry

Two Poems
By Cheryl Ann Farrell

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                        Missin' You

Tried sellin’ my soul for a nickel today
But the devil didn’t have spare change
So, I sat at a bar drinking whiskey straight up
Talkin’ about you and my pain.
 
I don’t need to hear any sad songs
Playin’ on this ol’ juke box.
‘Cause I’m sad enough without you here
Just wishin’ we could sit and talk.
 
Maybe my soul is already owned
By the love I have for you.
If that’s the case, it’s yours to keep
Maybe I own yours too
 
So why does God let me suffer so
Just for lovin’ you?
Doesn’t He know how damn hard it is 
To spend my life missin’ you?
 
Tried sellin’ my soul for a nickel today,
But the devil didn’t have spare change.
So, I sat at a bar drinkin’ whiskey straight up
Talkin’ about you and my pain
 
Yea, just sat at a bar, drinkin’ all day
And wishin’ I could pray.

 
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                           ​Always, Never

The winds were calm
My agitated mind raced
I looked for your face in
The masked crowd.


The hot, summer air
Was heavy with moisture
Hung like a thick, wool coat.
I knew you weren’t there.


I listen for your silky voice
On the still air that carries the notes
Isolating each conversation
Waiting for your familiar tone


Never to be, of course.
Memories of you swirl
In my consciousness
Is that your perfume in the air?


Suddenly the winds increase
And just as quickly
My mind leaves the thought of you
As the masked crowd blends into a blur.


I crave calm winds
Memories cling like smoke
Evaporate in the morning dew
Like every dream I have of you


Between sea and sky
Wavering on a whirlwind of loss
I catch my breath
As your essence fills the sails at sea.


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