Looking for Intimacy That Never Was
by Darren C. Demaree


I have a problem
alone. I quit
drinking so I am

alone all the time
now. Every time
I visit the museum

I leave him a note.
He doesn’t drink
either. He doesn’t

write back either,
but I’m used to that.
When I return,

the old letter is gone
& there is an opening
for a new letter.

That was all I ever
needed, to not pile
up in a public place.

I imagine the museum
is collecting my letters
in a file somewhere.

Some day all of these
fragments will make us
both feel quite whole.






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