Posted by willow on December 11, 2001 at 18:08:46:
Standing in the rain
Great white stones rising
Dignified, so high
I was looking at the courthouse
I was glancing at you--then down
Silver puddles growing by dots
Like repeated endless periods
In puddles on concrete where
Your favorite shoes were growing wet
My hair was wilting--my little toe
Was throbbing morse code
In black leather heels
It wasn't working--never would
A yellow leaf floating by was
My witness as the wind picked up
Shivering I saw your eyes dull gray
Finding no right words
You coughed and gave a shrug
Nothing left to say
Nothing left to do but walk away