Posted by alilee, Apr 5, 2014. 407 views. ID = 6611
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|I used Gwendoline Brookes poem as in Terence Hayes brilliant original. The last word of each line is the original poem. A prompt suggested by napowrimo!|
While walking in the rain, deep the pain we
feel, echoes of an argument too real
and too close to our hearts. The raindrops cool
our fevered skin, but notwithstanding we
feel nothing of the rain.Nothing is left
without our love. Without teachers, a school
is not a school. Without you is no we
in stony silence part so alone I lurk
thinking are we done? Is it now too late?
I am me but I want us to be we
I did not want to be the one to strike
an arrow through your heart nor want the straight
talking between us to end like this. We
used to be as one, link our arms and sing
joyfully.There was no talk of my sin.
I am lost without you.There is no we
I feel the cold, my jacket is too thin.
A nearby bar, a tot or two of gin
will dull the pain of memories that we
shared, of balmy nights listening to jazz.
Of sunny days, togetherness in June.
Tears fall like raindrops, soundlessly,that we
will never be together til we die,
that what we had was over all too soon Copyright 2014 alilee. All rights reserved. FifteenMinutesOfFiction.com has been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work. For permission to reprint this item, please contact the author.
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