Call It Superstitious - Nov. 11, 2025

Gary Hunter
Nov 11
1 min read

before one of us leaves the house

to boomerang around this glass and metal

world, the husband and I press lips

something to chaperone the other

till they return with a bounce

through the back door

for us, a kiss carries the affection of

goodbye and a cloak of protection

to arrive home safely

call it superstitious but fate can

deliver the cruelest surprises

at least our way

the last thing one leaves with the other,

is a damp impression of love

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