I wrote this one for you years prior.
Into chambers it went.
Through time it traveled.
Past plants it flew, supposedly directly to you.
Still you have not followed through.
I have it here with me, unopened, unread, returned to me by space cadet.
Might you have died out there in the far off distant dark?
I dread the thought.
You were proficient, thoughtful, and careful at least once.
These compliments are only words, I know.
Surely you were prepared?
So why have you not returned
through that great dark,
past that blue sky
and into my waiting arms?
Rickey Rivers Jr. was born and raised in Alabama. He is a writer and cancer survivor. His work has appeared in Three Drops from a Cauldron, A Twist in Time Magazine, Neon Mariposa Magazine (among other publications).
His mini-chap collection of 3x3 poems is available now: www.amazon.com/dp/B07RX2YYM6