This is an unfinished poem about break-up.
Crossing journeys once again,
this time more of an accident,
I lay my hand, up, gently on your shoulder.
The subtle fact that touch revealed,
that my kisses had been healed.
This time my love, I knew it was over.
This time my love, this time it is over.
I held the door open for you,
Speak low, my love, for you are through
with crying every time you hear the laughter.
I strained to hold it open wide,
so you passed me with a hint of pride.
In such a way that made me seek some shelter.
In a way that made me seek some shelter.
Summer rain around the pool,
you think, oh my, it's beautiful,
but you didn't see the sign there, through your raincoat.
The one that said no diving
no control did hold you back,
and you dove right in just as it was raining.
Yes, you dove right in just before it was storming.
Copyright © James Stathwick