Michael J. Falotico Poet Rhyme

I Waited In September

A Sunday in September while summer wasn't through..
                         The air was still as I waited ,the breeze never moved..
              Hours and hours had passed but the train your were on never came..
                       Each one that pulled in the faces would all look the same..
                               As the day was ending I walked back to my car..
                     Stuck in my mind were these same steps and a time not far..
                            I sat in my seat and closed my eyes to remember..
                    It was only a year ago we met on a cooler day in September..
                  As I opened my eyes I can see an envelope pressed on my window..
                   The first words were "Dear Michael" after that the rest had no flow..
             With a pile of "Im Sorrys" and a few trinkled "I still love you's" I was lost.
              I drove away as tears rolled down knowing there was a price and a cost..
                        To this day when I drive down that road , I still remember..
                                  It wasn't just any warm Sunday in September..


A true story...
written for "September Contest"

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Lee Ramage September 18, 2011 at 1:06 AM So sad, hope you are happy now. Lee

Dinda Minardi September 10, 2011 at 11:36 AM You're so good in writing a true stories, Dear Michael. I'm still searching a way to get to that road. I think it needs bravery to do so, Michael. You made me fly with your comment on 'The Prime'. Hug n kiss, Dinda

Elizabeth Wesley September 9, 2011 at 7:47 PM Such angst expressed in this sad verse. September is full of good byes and the two thoughts here make for a great read.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart September 9, 2011 at 6:28 PM INTENSELY TOUCHING LINES OF DEEP REMINISCE FOR A LOST LUV.. OH THE EXPERIENCE OF HEARTBREAK AND TEARS MICHAEL.. PAIN UNSPEAKABLE.. SUCH A TREASURED PIECE FOR THE CONTEST..GOOD LUCK MY W.K. AS YOUR J.G. IS UNPACKING ONLY TO PACK AGAIN.. HELP..HAHA..XOXO..