by Florence Weinberger
I was never sure
I loved you, I mean
really loved you, so
while I waited for
a call back from whom
ever does those things
for an appointment
to see a podiatrist,
I picked up an old diary
I’ve been reading
every few days when
I get a minute or two
ripping out pages and
shredding and continue
where I left off, the early
80’s (can you believe
the 80’s are now being
called vintage?) and
there it was, in my own
handwriting, not only
did I love you, but I
loved you very much.
Makes me wonder why
I spent so much time
wondering.
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Six times nominated for a Pushcart, once for Best of the Net, Florence Weinberger is the author of six books of poetry, most recently These Days of Simple Mooring, winner of the Blue Light Press Book Award. Her poems have appeared in journals including Calyx, Rattle, Mantis, River Styx, Ellipsis, Poet Lore, Comstock Review, Baltimore Review, Nimrod, Cider Press Review, Poetry East, Shenandoah, and numerous anthologies.
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