some days
I’m grateful to you
for loving me.

apart from you
(I’m almost positive that)
no one would ever look at me
with desire,
humor my sense of novelty,
willingly wander down
the rabbit trail of words that
I bring to our late night talks.

only you would kiss me
in the car
in the parking lot
at the motel 6
while we wait for the rain to slow
enough for the wipers to clear the glass…
then brave the wind and the mud
for 2 scoops of Baseball Nut
(which I feed to you as we drive
down forever roads)

not a super nova romance
flaring brightly, gone in a moment
we are a river… swirled together with strong currents
and dull, lazy stills…
but lasting, long and long
and narrowing down
until one day
when I look up and realize that
it’s just lonely me
between two barren shores,
(they are) empty from the loss of you.

don’t leave me.



About ruthie.voth

Wife of one, mother of four, friend of many. Lover of details, color, good conversations, finding balance, and being honest. Passionate lover of a well-crafted sentence - even more so if it's witty. Weird blend of cynical optimist. I'm the worst kind of woman. I'm high maintenance, but I think I'm low maintenance. Somehow, people still love me. Must be grace.
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2 Responses to desperation

  1. sarah says:

    ruthie! i have loved many things that you have written, but this is just superb. i am in love with this one.

    is this from the xanga scavenger hunt from a couple of years ago?


  2. mennodave says:

    Ruthie, this poem is the best. It always makes me cry.


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