POETRY
Reading Job in Riverside
A poem.
Published in
1 min readSep 3, 2020
The rain.
Your breathing.
My heart beating.
Someplace warm.
Our laughter built cathedrals
in a storm.
Stares a bit too long.
Looks a bit too rare.
Just say the word —
and I can’t meet you there.
Don’t know if you remember,
but I do,
reading Job in Riverside next to you.
I couldn't meet you then,
but now,
what I’d give to know what you’ve been up to.