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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Oh, where had my sweet love gone that morning when later that day he’d met his death? It was early January, cold and dreary when he left unusually early without a word. For days I wondered and I wondered where my lover had gone! A few days later his father came to me bringing me as a token - the leather jacket my lover had been wearing that horrid afternoon when senselessly he had been killed by a drunken reckless driver as my lover used a crosswalk and got run down. The night before his demise, my love and I had kissed underneath his umbrella in January’s rain. I still recall him pressed against me wearing that same leather jacket which now I’m wearing as I walk home. I press that leather jacket tighter to my chest as I recall how the whole world got washed away that minute in the downpour that his lips met mine. We’d run then to his apartment, flinging eagerly our rain-soaked clothing to the floor. Underneath the sheets, still cold and wet, we passionately embraced. How quickly I then warmed up in my sweet lover’s arms. His smile alone could always warm my soul. He was my sun. He was my all! The next morning when I awoke, my love had already left. Never did I get my usual call from him that afternoon. Two days later I learned the reason why when his father brought my lover’s jacket and told me how his son had died. So here I am now two weeks later. Rain has begun to pour on this dreary day. I let my fingers wander in the jacket pockets. Something lies hidden beneath the lining of one pocket; my fingers touch upon a crumpled piece of paper! What can it be? The small paper is a receipt from a jewelry store. My love had apparently left early that fateful day to purchase my surprise -a diamond engagement ring! What happened to that ring? I will never know. But that crumpled receipt reveals my lover’s secret, and my tears fall bitter-sweetly with the rain. 1/12/2023 for Hilo Poet's Metrical Tale Poetry Contest
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