Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Unforgiven

It was raining
(hard), but the water wouldn’t wash away
the mud off the pavement.

It was raining

when you said you’d decided to stay
for (the kids and) the twenty years.
You opened a beer bottle
And lazed in front of the TV.

I was about to go into the kitchen
When you whispered:

Not for the memories.

(sip)
Not for you.

5 comments:

Lazarus said...

So sad, but true to many.

Not even for love's sake.

Abaniko said...

That spells the difference between men and women.

antonia said...

please write more

KUBLA KHAN said...

just found your blog today.
Your poem is an understated, well written one.
well done really.
nice blog too....

mark said...

yes, excellent poem.