Today's poem is by Kristina Marie Darling

True North

From the start you made me promise not to ask
questions about your first wife. You'd leave for
weeks and wouldn't tell me why.

When you finally came home, dinner always
began the same way. I'd catch a glimpse of
something in the window while warming soup or
vegetables. Then I looked out into the yard and
saw her face. Sometimes she stood at the door,
straightening her dress, about to knock. Most of
the time she was out of breath, as though she'd
walked a long way in the cold.
        No matter what you told me, I was afraid
to open the door. She carried no purse, and no
luggage, because everything she needed was
already here.

Copyright © 2015 Kristina Marie Darling All rights reserved
from The Arctic Circle
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