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:
So sad, but true to many.
Not even for love's sake.
That spells the difference between men and women.
please write more
just found your blog today.
Your poem is an understated, well written one.
well done really.
nice blog too....
yes, excellent poem.
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