Mary Had a Little Clam
A SIP OF SEPTEMBER
we met in mid-September
at least i remember
there was me drinking wine
and you looking fine
I re-named you Miss Delight
And the rain didn't dampen the magic i felt that night
as you recounted your life that was mostly a lie
i'm sure some of it was true
but I never could be sure with you
i shed tears for a woman i didn't even know
and suspected was lying but i just couldn't go
i had to sit in silence as she spoke of sorrow
as I yearned that there would be no tomorrow
if it stayed that night and the moon never bid us adieu
then i might have had time to decipher why you do what you do
you laughed when you saw i use a pound of sugar a my coffee cup
and then came the greatest lie you ever made up
i was angry because you broke a date as i was ready to leave
you said, under the guise of a brother-in-law, another story you'd weave
oh, i'm sorry to say she killed herself last night” and wanted to give something back to me”
it was a book of breathtaking art and rhythm, lyrics and harmony
and for half a year i'd stand waiting in the snow
and cry like a baby when she had to go
but that's because i knew all she did was lie
yet and still i never wanted to say "goodbye"
and when i thought you couldn’t invent a greater scheme than suicide
you said you were carrying my baby inside
a lie i knew wasn't true and was never meant to be
oh now, my dear lady, do you remember me?
(c) 2011....Phreepoetry ~free cee!~
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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