He Should Feel What I Feel
~ ~ ~
Leaning by the window one morning
blankly staring down the lane
deep in ponder
waking up
fresh brewed coffee
steaming hot ...
when suddenly I saw it
but through the rain
my vision wasn't clear
So
with eyes blinking
I stepped closer
and wiped condensation from the pane
Nose pressed to the cold damp glass
brought a shocking apparition
from the past ...
it struck an arrow through my heart
with ghostly pain
Coffee splashed upon the floor
as I hastened toward the door
a pound
like clapping thunder
in my chest
fumbled blindly at the lock
slid it back
turned the knob
raw desperation
put sagging hinges to the test
racing frantic through the rain
wildly screaming out her name
tires spun
as drunken driver sped away
There I sobbed
upon the ground
hands gripping mud and nearly drowned
naught before me
but a memory
gone insane
~ ~ ~
Copyright © Rex Mccoy | Year Posted 2014
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