Plungers Poems | Examples

6 Am

6 a.m.
 
I saw your pain compressed in
Tourniquets and plungers.
Memories condensed to tears.
Cooling your hand holding bottles.
Dripping in puddles that flowed,
With white wind down glass tubes.
 
When you pressed for it,
I asked you;
Why you wanted too
So badly –
Maybe you did not hear me.
 
Then I asked -
For the attention?
But you were done talking.
“The affection is still free”.
I should try not to waste sentences.
 
At the hour of mid morning,
I remembered when I first saw you.
Walking up the sidewalk,
And I thought to myself:
Yes, I would - So I did.
 
Smiling ghosts made perfect faces,
Dancing off cigarettes on my front porch..
Yours ran to catch you.
As I watched with mine,
You walking home.
 
I pass a year and you in a store,
I heard you don’t cry the same,
Not like you used to.
You looked happy - I guess,
Or maybe it was, I hope you are.