by J. V. Birch
We met again this morning
three months since we last did.
Not that long when you look past closed doors
And there were reasons and distance and family
And we remembered us well
every secret sin
and we loved loud
as if calling the next time.
J V Birch lives in Adelaide. Her poems have appeared in anthologies, journals and magazines across Australia, the UK, Canada and the US. She blogs at www.jvbirch.com