Beloved
I wanted to go outside and look for you.
I was told this was impossible.
I was instructed to stay indoors.
But my words for you need sun.
My heart needs air.
I love you Spring.
I miss your warmth.
Come unlock my door.
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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2020 by E. Ethelbert Miller, “Beloved” from Washingtonian Magazine, May 15, 2020. Poem reprinted by permission of the author and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.