Waiting for a Rocket

Waiting for a Rocket

The smell of coffee, the smell of pea soup,

The flicker of the kitchen glow.

Bent in the doorway, the boom is coming:

I pray for whom I do not know.

Love: You, Thou. Dearest, Darling,

Ah, what love I would bestow.

Where, wherever, wheresoever did you go?


The boom is coming now; our doom is looming now

And I haven’t found her yet.

“God, don’t you know?”

The boom is coming now and we never even met.


We never even met.

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2 Responses to Waiting for a Rocket

  1. Pingback: Waiting for a Rocket | DLwritings

  2. You know that I don’t always agree with what you write, but I always admire your honesty. This is a very beautiful and (even more importantly) real piece of writing.

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